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’
He
’
ll
never
think
you
’
re
here
,
’
laughed
Mrs
Flint
excitedly
.
’
He
’
ll
be
sending
the
crier
round
.
’
’
Goodbye
,
Josephine
,
’
said
Connie
,
kissing
the
baby
and
ruffling
its
red
,
wispy
hair
.
Mrs
Flint
insisted
on
opening
the
locked
and
barred
front
door
.
Connie
emerged
in
the
farm
’
s
little
front
garden
,
shut
in
by
a
privet
hedge
.
There
were
two
rows
of
auriculas
by
the
path
,
very
velvety
and
rich
.
’
Lovely
auriculas
,
’
said
Connie
.
’
Recklesses
,
as
Luke
calls
them
,
’
laughed
Mrs
Flint
.
’
Have
some
.
’
And
eagerly
she
picked
the
velvet
and
primrose
flowers
.
’
Enough
!
Enough
!
’
said
Connie
.
They
came
to
the
little
garden
gate
.
’
Which
way
were
you
going
?
’
asked
Mrs
Flint
.
’
By
the
Warren
.
’
