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But no, she stood there, opening the window a little, though it was decidedly cold, in vain. There was no sign or sound of her friends, and Mary felt disappointed and rather cross when the bell rang, and she had to hasten downstairs without even the pretty greeting, she loved so well, reaching her from the neighbouring trees.
"They are really rather unkind," she thought. "I do believe they know everything, or at least most things about me. I am sure they know I want to see them this morning. I daresay I shall hear nothing more of them -- ever -- or perhaps they'll come, but after I am gone; very likely the white dove will come back to Crook Edge after Blanche and Milly are gone. I don't believe birds have got any hearts, whether they're half fairies or not."