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‟WHAT _are_ we going to have for supper, Daisy? " asked Nan, as, arm in arm, they sauntered toward the cottage.
"I don't know, I'm sure; but, Nannie, just look at those clouds,-those gorgeous ones behind that clump of pine-trees,-all gold and pink, pushing themselves through the green."