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LIFE at the windmill would have been rather difficult but for the presence of the daily help, Mrs. Wicks. When two girls have their minds filled with one theme and both shrink from discussing it, long spells of silence are inevitable, and the patches of forced conversation accentuate rather than lessen the strain. The chatter of Mrs. Wicks offered some relief, though the topic of her talk was not happily chosen.
"Mrs. Wicks is doing the floor to-day," said Hazel cheerily to her cousin. "Shall we play golf?"