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THE GREEN GRAVES OF BALGOWRIE
do all my usual work whether I care about it or
not.”
She left the room, and came back after a little
with a bundle of sewing in her hand.
“ Stitches, stitches! ” said Henrietta. “ I have
often wondered how such tiny things can hold a
big garment together. It will be the same at the
end of our lives, Lucie, I believe—we shall be sur¬
prised to see what we have fashioned out of all
these trivial labours.”
“ Harrie, Harrie! you should have been a parson
—you would have made a better one than Dr.
Hallijohn any day. When you are married to him,
I protest you will write all his sermons! ”
“Shall we talk about that?” asked Henrietta,
putting away every pretence of work.
She came and sat beside the fire, and you may
be sure this topic lasted them some time.
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