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As
suddenly
as
night
birds
the
children
flew
by
,
and
Mrs
.
Bentley
’
s
voice
brought
them
to
a
fluttering
rest
.
"
Yes
,
Mrs
.
Bentley
?
"
"
Come
up
on
this
porch
!
"
she
commanded
them
,
and
the
girls
climbed
the
steps
,
Tom
trailing
after
.
"
Yes
,
Mrs
.
Bentley
?
"
They
thumped
the
"
Mrs
.
"
like
a
bass
piano
chord
,
extra
heavily
,
as
if
that
were
her
first
name
.
"
I
’
ve
some
treasures
to
show
you
.
"
She
opened
the
perfumed
kerchief
and
peered
into
it
as
if
she
herself
might
be
surprised
.
She
drew
forth
a
hair
comb
,
very
small
and
delicate
,
its
rim
twinkling
with
rhinestones
.
"
I
wore
this
when
I
was
nine
,
"
she
said
.
Jane
turned
it
in
her
hand
and
said
,
"
How
nice
.
"
"
Let
’
s
see
!
"
cried
Alice
.
"
And
here
is
a
tiny
ring
I
wore
when
I
was
eight
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Bentley
.
"
It
doesn
’
t
fit
my
finger
now
.
You
look
through
it
and
see
the
Tower
of
Pisa
ready
to
fall
.
"
"
Let
’
s
see
it
lean
!
"
The
girls
passed
it
back
and
forth
between
them
until
Tome
fitted
it
to
her
hand
.
"
Why
,
it
’
s
just
my
size
!
"
she
exclaimed
.
