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"Ma! do you pay the governess to go racing down the grounds? Maud has been here on the verandah, unattended, for some time. I do not know how you tolerate that girl Moore's whims. When Milly and I were over in the grounds we saw her running down the path. I am sure that is half an hour ago. Is it not?" and Clarence turns to Milly, who is standing near, cutting some roses off a creeper that grows near a fountain which is spraying, cooling the atmosphere, and making the little flowers laugh in gladness as the tiny drops of spray sparkle like jewels on their pretty, perfumed faces.
"I am sure it was fully that time," confirms Milly, spitefully.