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"Mamma," said Hildegarde Grahame, flying into her mother's room, "I have news for you, thrilling news! Guess what it is!" Mrs. Grahame looked up from her sewing. "The house is on fire," she said, quietly, "or you have found a Royal Walnut Moth; or, possibly, Hugh has developed wings and flown away. None of these things would greatly surprise me; but in the first case I must take action, while in either of the others I can finish this seam." "Continue your prosaic labours!" said the girl. "The dress is mine, and I want it." She sat down, and fanned herself with her broad straw hat. "It is hot!" she announced with emphasis. "And that is the news?" said her mother. "Astonishing! I should never have guessed it, assuredly."
"Mamma," said Hildegarde Grahame, flying into her mother's room, "I have news for you, thrilling news! Guess what it is!" Mrs. Grahame looked up from her sewing. "The house is on fire," she said, quietly, "or you have found a Royal Walnut Moth; or, possibly, Hugh has developed wings and flown away. None of these things would greatly surprise me; but in the first case I must take action, while in either of the others I can finish this seam." "Continue your prosaic labours!" said the girl. "The dress is mine, and I want it." She sat down, and fanned herself with her broad straw hat. "It is hot!" she announced with emphasis. "And that is the news?" said her mother. "Astonishing! I should never have guessed it, assuredly."
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