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with the nurses. And when early
tea was over, it was cool enough
for a fresh walk over the hills, or
away to the rocks farther off.

This was the way we spent
four pleasant weeks, getting as rosy
and strong as any one could wish.
Three or four times we were
surprised in our morning play on
the beach by the welcome sight of
Uncle Hugh. For, every now
and then, he would ride over to give
grandmamma some news of the
children. This was a great de-
light, for it was sure to mean, first
of all, that there were letters from

home for us all,—those foreign
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