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Crowley, Mary Catherine

"Apples, Ripe and Rosy, Sir"


"Too bad; for it really is dreadfully unlucky to have such a thing
happen!" sighed Rosemary, with less tact.
"I know it," murmured May.
"Yes, indeed," added Anna.
Miss Graham drew back astonished. "Young ladies, I am ashamed of you!"
she said, reproachfully, and went out of the room.
There were a few moments of discomfiture, and presently the girls
concluded, one after another, that it was time to be going home.
Left alone, Emily approached the secretary and examined the ruined
mirror. It was cracked like an egg-shell,--"smashed to smithereens,"
Tom said in telling the story later; but only one or two bits had
fallen out. Idly attempting to fit these into place again, Emily
caught sight of what she supposed was a sheet of note-paper, that had
apparently made its way in between the back of the mirror and the frame.
"An old letter of grandpa's, probably," she said aloud, taking hold of
the corner to draw it out. It stuck fast; but a second effort released
it, amid a shower of splintered glass; and to her amazement she found
in her possession a time-stained document that had a mysteriously legal
air.


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