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about at Beecham by this time,”
and before evening the carriage had
come just in sight, and stopped,
and grandmamma was walking up
to the house.

Then followed a very quiet
week, during which we never spoke
aloud without getting a sharp
“hush!” Indeed, we were not
allowed to be in the house a minute
longer than necessary, being down
on the beach whenever we were
not eating, drinking, or sleeping.
By the end of the week, Harry
was to be seen at these rare inter-
vals looking very pale, and quiet,
and unlike himself on the sofa. I