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lace on her nightgown. At last she spoke fretfully.
‘I should think SOMEBODY might give me a new night-
dress—instead of lamb broth, for a change!
‘Why—mother!’
No wonder Milly quite gasped aloud with bewilderment.
In the drawer behind her at that moment lay two new night-
dresses that Milly for months had been vainly urging her
mother to wear.
Pollyanna
