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I’ve been round all the sales, said Marie, hunting and hunting. My feet are tired! But I’ve got a lovely lot of things. Look! All this washing ribbon, a penny a yard. And these caps-aren’t they the last word? Julia, aren’t they ducks? I thought I’d have my little caps all alike, flesh-pink tulle.
When’ll you wear them? asked Julia hardily. When do other people wear them? retorted Marie, rather confused. Have you ever worn things like this?
Well, said Marie, perhaps not. But I’ve been saving up two years for it, haven’t I? And if a girl can’t have pretty things in her trousseau, when can she have them? Julia sighed and looked. There was a little clutch at her heart, but she went on sturdily:
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
I’ve been round all the sales, said Marie, hunting and hunting. My feet are tired! But I’ve got a lovely lot of things. Look! All this washing ribbon, a penny a yard. And these caps-aren’t they the last word? Julia, aren’t they ducks? I thought I’d have my little caps all alike, flesh-pink tulle.
When’ll you wear them? asked Julia hardily. When do other people wear them? retorted Marie, rather confused. Have you ever worn things like this?
Well, said Marie, perhaps not. But I’ve been saving up two years for it, haven’t I? And if a girl can’t have pretty things in her trousseau, when can she have them? Julia sighed and looked. There was a little clutch at her heart, but she went on sturdily: