On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. Ann Veronica surveyed his sloping back for a moment, and then drew her microscope toward her. "If you don't decide quickly, I'll scream," cried Mrs. ” “Yes, but you forget; how am I to live?” “Easily. " "Oh, dear! how I should like to see him. ” He was bereft of words for a moment, and in that moment she escaped, having passed him on deftly to one of the later arrivals.
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