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It was three o'clock on the Saturday afternoon, and a day of heat and of pleasant languor, and Mary, standing in front of the long mirror in the white wardrobe, saw herself as June. White muslin with a patterning of blurred rose upon it, a present from Uncle Leslie. He had claimed an avuncular interest in her, and now he was out there in his flannels, sitting in the car, and squeezing the bulb of the horn.
-"I say--you two--it's three o'clock. I fixed up with the Ryders for three."