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Ally
smiled
and
took
back
the
hat
.
“
I
’
ll
stitch
the
roses
on
right
here
,
so
’
s
you
can
put
it
away
at
once
.
”
Charity
laughed
,
and
ran
her
fingers
through
her
rough
dark
hair
.
She
knew
that
Harney
liked
to
see
its
reddish
edges
ruffled
about
her
forehead
and
breaking
into
little
rings
at
the
nape
.
She
sat
down
on
her
bed
and
watched
Ally
stoop
over
the
hat
with
a
careful
frown
.
“
Don
’
t
you
ever
feel
like
going
down
to
Nettleton
for
a
day
?
”
she
asked
.
Ally
shook
her
head
without
looking
up
.
“
No
,
I
always
remember
that
awful
time
I
went
down
with
Julia
—
to
that
doctor
’
s
.
”
“
Oh
,
Ally
—
—
”
“
I
can
’
t
help
it
.
The
house
is
on
the
corner
of
Wing
Street
and
Lake
Avenue
.
The
trolley
from
the
station
goes
right
by
it
,
and
the
day
the
minister
took
us
down
to
see
those
pictures
I
recognized
it
right
off
,
and
couldn
’
t
seem
to
see
anything
else
.
There
’
s
a
big
black
sign
with
gold
letters
all
across
the
front
—
’
Private
Consultations
.
’
She
came
as
near
as
anything
to
dying
.
.
.
.
”
“
Poor
Julia
!
”
Charity
sighed
from
the
height
of
her
purity
and
her
security
.
She
had
a
friend
whom
she
trusted
and
who
respected
her
.
She
was
going
with
him
to
spend
the
next
day
—
the
Fourth
of
July
—
at
Nettleton
.
Whose
business
was
it
but
hers
,
and
what
was
the
harm
?
The
pity
of
it
was
that
girls
like
Julia
did
not
know
how
to
choose
,
and
to
keep
bad
fellows
at
a
distance
.
.
.
.
Charity
slipped
down
from
the
bed
,
and
stretched
out
her
hands
.
“
Is
it
sewed
?
Let
me
try
it
on
again
.
”
She
put
the
hat
on
,
and
smiled
at
her
image
.
The
thought
of
Julia
had
vanished
.
.
.
.
The
next
morning
she
was
up
before
dawn
,
and
saw
the
yellow
sunrise
broaden
behind
the
hills
,
and
the
silvery
luster
preceding
a
hot
day
tremble
across
the
sleeping
fields
.
