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They came in, a pathetic little procession, three golden-haired couples, / holding one another's hands.
First, Arty and Emmy, then Catty and Baby, then Willie and Dick, all / solemn and shy. Baby turned his back on the strange aunt and burrowed into / his mother's lap. They were all silent but Dick. Dick wanted to know if / his Auntie liked birfdays, and if people gave her fings on her / birfday -- pausing to simulate a delicate irrelevance before he announced / that _his_ birfday was to-morrow.