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THERE was another mark on the kitchen calendar now; not a red star, / betokening some happy event to come, but a deep black border, drawn all / around the date on which Lloyd's visit was to end. The heavy black lines / marked the time as only a few days distant.
It was Saturday again, a week after the excursion to the Indian school. / Joyce had gone down to the ranch, for Mr. Armond to criticize the / drawings which she had made since the last lesson, and Lloyd, on the / seat under the willows, was waiting for Phil. He was to come at four, / and ride over to one of the neighbouring orange groves with her.