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'But I shall, for I shall think of you dancing, and not caring for
me.'
'I do care, Ada--why do you say that I do not? I cannot bear it,
Ada, dear Ada.'
'You don't, or you would not go and leave me alone.'
'Then, Ada, I will not go,' said Phyllis; 'I could not bear to leave
you crying here all alone.'
'Thank you, dear good Phyl, but I think you will not have much loss.
You know you do not like dancing, and you cannot do it well, and they
will be sure to laugh at you.'
'And I daresay Redgie and Marianne will tell us all about it,' said
Phyllis, sighing. 'I should rather like to have seen it, but they
will tell us.'
'Then do you promise to stay?--there's a dear,' said Ada.
'Yes,' said Phyllis. 'Cousin Robert is coming in, and that will be
very nice, and I hope he will not look as he did the day the
gunpowder went off--oh, dear!' She went back to the window to get
rid of her tears unperceived. 'Ah,' cried she, 'there is some one in
the garden!'
'A man!' screamed Ada--'a thief, a robber--call somebody!'
'No, no,' said Phyllis, laughing, 'it is only William; he has been
out all the evening, and now papa has come out to speak to him, and
they are walking up and down together.
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