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The next morning at breakfast Rose announced her intention of going to see if Lucy Ayres would not go to drive with her.
"There's one very nice little horse at the livery-stable," said she, "and I can drive. It is a beautiful morning, and poor Lucy did not look very well yesterday, and I think it will do her good."