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Miss Tremont returned on Wednesday morning. She stepped off the train with a bag under one arm, a bundle under the other, and both arms full of flowers.
"Oh, you darling, you darling! " she cried as she fell upon Patience. "How it does my heart good to see you! These are for you. Hal picked them, and sent her love. Aren't they sweet?"