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Missy:A Novel

A Novel

Library of Alexandria
I I felt sure the train would be late, said Missy, sitting down on the ottoman beside the fire. It is so disagreeable to have to wait for what you dread. But I think you have begun to be impatient too soon, said her mother, glancing up. That clock is several minutes fast, and Peters always drives slower after dusk. Besides, you know he has the heavy carriage. I think it would be foolish to begin to look for them for twenty minutes yet. I believe you are right, said the daughter, with a sigh. I wish it were over. That is natural, but we can't hurry it. We shall have twenty minutes of quiet. Come and sit down, I have hardly seen you to-day