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Fräulein Pfaff came to the breakfast table a little late in a grey stuff dress with a cream-coloured ruching about the collar-band and ruchings against her long brown wrists. The girls were already in their places, and as soon as grace was said she began talking in a gentle decisive voice.
"Martins' sponge bags" -- her face creased for her cavernous smile -- "are both large and strong -- beautiful gummi-bags, each large enough to contain a family of sponges."