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The cab stopped before a tall house, dressed in brown from head to foot. "It looks like Aunt Rebecca when she has on her brown mohair," thought Beth, and the humorous resemblance cheered away a slight feeling of fear that crept over the little girl as she realized that she had come to stay long in this big brown stone house, so unlike the brown house in the village from which she had come.
The cab doors parted and swung back without a touch. It was magic, Beth thought, till she remembered the driver somewhere up aloft behind her.