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"Dear mamma, is not this a pretty house, even though it is in a town? -- so pretty, one need hardly pine after Merri-vale."
Thus said Olive when they had been established some time in their new abode, and sat together, one winter evening, listening to the sweet bells of Oldchurch -- one of the few English parishes where lingers "the curfew's solemn sound."