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PHIL went up to the Wigwam early next morning. Breakfast was just over, / and Joyce had begun painting again. He paused an instant at the front / door to watch her brown head bending over the table, and the quick / motion of her deft fingers. She was so absorbed in her task that she did / not look up, so after a moment he went on around the house to the / kitchen.
Mrs. Ware was lifting the dish-pan from its nail to its place on the / table, and Lloyd was standing beside her, enveloped in a huge apron, / holding a towel in her hands, ready to help. Norman, beside a chair on / which a clean napkin had been spread, was filling the salt-cellars. / Jack, having carried water to the tents, was busy chopping wood.