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Afterwards they went out into Mrs. Damaris' garden, and where one of the old yews threw a band of shadow Furze placed two of his Windsor chairs. He would have carried out a third for Mary, but she--in a moment of wilful self-effacement--told him not to bother. She would sit on the grass.
-"But in your new frock, my dear!" said her mother.