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There was, next morning, a little dialogue much like that which I had / overheard the day before, except that this time it was "stewed / rose-leaves with a small pot of sunshine," which Miss Fielding was / fanciful enough to demand. I wondered what, after such a pleasantry, / she did have; for I took it to be some joke between her and Leah, who, / no doubt, translated the metaphor into something more substantial.
As I ate breakfast, I could hear Miss Fielding singing in her room. She / came in before I had finished my egg and coffee, bringing an armful of / new magazines. This time she was dressed in pongee and wore a short / string of graduated white coral beads which was mimicked, when she / smiled, by her little teeth.