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When
there
was
a
debate
,
and
I
was
kept
out
very
late
,
it
seemed
so
strange
to
me
,
as
I
was
walking
home
,
to
think
that
Dora
was
at
home
!
It
was
such
a
wonderful
thing
,
at
first
,
to
have
her
coming
softly
down
to
talk
to
me
as
I
ate
my
supper
.
It
was
such
a
stupendous
thing
to
know
for
certain
that
she
put
her
hair
in
papers
.
It
was
altogether
such
an
astonishing
event
to
see
her
do
it
!
I
doubt
whether
two
young
birds
could
have
known
less
about
keeping
house
,
than
I
and
my
pretty
Dora
did
.
We
had
a
servant
,
of
course
.
She
kept
house
for
us
.
I
have
still
a
latent
belief
that
she
must
have
been
Mrs
.
Crupp
’
s
daughter
in
disguise
,
we
had
such
an
awful
time
of
it
with
Mary
Anne
.
Her
name
was
Paragon
.
Her
nature
was
represented
to
us
,
when
we
engaged
her
,
as
being
feebly
expressed
in
her
name
.
She
had
a
written
character
,
as
large
as
a
proclamation
;
and
,
according
to
this
document
,
could
do
everything
of
a
domestic
nature
that
ever
I
heard
of
,
and
a
great
many
things
that
I
never
did
hear
of
.
She
was
a
woman
in
the
prime
of
life
;
of
a
severe
countenance
;
and
subject
(
particularly
in
the
arms
)
to
a
sort
of
perpetual
measles
or
fiery
rash
.
She
had
a
cousin
in
the
Life
-
Guards
,
with
such
long
legs
that
he
looked
like
the
afternoon
shadow
of
somebody
else
.
His
shell
-
jacket
was
as
much
too
little
for
him
as
he
was
too
big
for
the
premises
.
He
made
the
cottage
smaller
than
it
need
have
been
,
by
being
so
very
much
out
of
proportion
to
it
.
Besides
which
,
the
walls
were
not
thick
,
and
,
whenever
he
passed
the
evening
at
our
house
,
we
always
knew
of
it
by
hearing
one
continual
growl
in
the
kitchen
.
Our
treasure
was
warranted
sober
and
honest
.
I
am
therefore
willing
to
believe
that
she
was
in
a
fit
when
we
found
her
under
the
boiler
;
and
that
the
deficient
tea
-
spoons
were
attributable
to
the
dustman
.
But
she
preyed
upon
our
minds
dreadfully
.
We
felt
our
inexperience
,
and
were
unable
to
help
ourselves
.
We
should
have
been
at
her
mercy
,
if
she
had
had
any
;
but
she
was
a
remorseless
woman
,
and
had
none
.
She
was
the
cause
of
our
first
little
quarrel
.
‘
My
dearest
life
,
’
I
said
one
day
to
Dora
,
‘
do
you
think
Mary
Anne
has
any
idea
of
time
?
’
‘
Why
,
Doady
?
’
inquired
Dora
,
looking
up
,
innocently
,
from
her
drawing
.
‘
My
love
,
because
it
’
s
five
,
and
we
were
to
have
dined
at
four
.
’
Dora
glanced
wistfully
at
the
clock
,
and
hinted
that
she
thought
it
was
too
fast
.
