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"
No
,
child
.
I
’
m
old
enough
and
cold
enough
;
the
hottest
day
won
’
t
thaw
me
,
"
laughed
Mrs
.
Bentley
.
They
carried
the
miniature
glaciers
up
and
sat
,
three
in
a
row
,
on
the
shady
porch
glider
.
"
I
’
m
Alice
,
she
’
s
Jane
,
and
that
’
s
Tom
Spaulding
.
"
"
How
nice
.
And
I
’
m
Mrs
.
Bentley
.
They
called
me
Helen
.
"
They
stared
at
her
.
"
Don
’
t
you
believe
they
called
me
Helen
?
"
said
the
old
lady
.
"
I
didn
’
t
know
old
ladies
had
first
names
,
"
said
Tom
,
blinking
.
Mrs
.
Bentley
laughed
dryly
.
"
You
never
hear
them
used
,
he
means
,
"
said
Jane
.
"
My
dear
,
when
you
are
as
old
as
I
,
they
won
’
t
call
you
Jane
,
either
.
Old
age
is
dreadfully
formal
.
It
’
s
always
‘
Mrs
.
’
Young
People
don
’
t
like
to
call
you
‘
Helen
.
’
It
seems
much
too
flip
.
"
"
How
old
are
you
?
"
asked
Alice
.
