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WITH her slipper toes caught in the meshes of the hammock to keep her / from falling out, and with her head hanging over nearly to the ground, / Mary lay watching something beneath her, with breathless interest.
"What is it, Mary?" called Phil, as he came up and threw himself down on / the grass beside her, in the shade of the bushy umbrella-tree.