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"Mel, come here," called Lane from the back porch, "who the deuce are those people coming down the hill?"
Mel shaded her eyes from the glare of the bright morning sun. "The lady is Miss Hill, my old schoolteacher. I'd know her as far as I could see her. Look how she carries her left arm. This is Saturday, for she has neither a lunch basket nor a prayer book in that outstretched hand. If you see Miss Hill without either you can be certain it's Saturday. As to the gentleman -- Daren, can it possibly be Colonel Pepper?"