Princess Polly's Gay Winter by Amy Brooks
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you to learn to like me, dear."
There was pleading in the sweet voice, and Rose took the slender white hand in hers. "I won't have to learn to _like_ you, because I _love_ you now. Anyone would love you, you are so sweet, so bright to look at," Rose said, and Iris bent her lovely head, and kissed the upturned face. * * * * * * * * "Oh, Uncle John! There _never was_, there _never will be_ anyone so dear, so lovely," sighed Rose, when they were once more in the automobile. "See how sweet she looks, waving her hand to us! When will you take me to her again?" "Rose, little girl, you have pleased me to-day, and you shall often go with me to the beautiful old house, to see the beautiful girl who lives there. As I said this afternoon, I wish you to be the best of friends." * * * * * * * * Of course the news of Aunt Judith's party flew through the neighborhood, and many were the questions that Rose was asked to answer. To each, she shook her curly head, and made the same reply. "Aunt Judith intends it to be quaint, and everything will be old-fashioned, and we are all to wear real old-time costumes, but that |
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