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Claudia and her aunt were sitting quietly that same evening in the small drawing-room which Lady Mildred always used in the winter, and Claudia was thinking over her strange meeting with "the little Waldron boy," as she called him to herself (for she did not even know his Christian name), and hoping he had got safe home, when her aunt looked up suddenly.
"How should you like to spend Christmas in London, Claudia? Would it seem very dreary to you? " she said.