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"I should think you'd rather have an auto," spoke Mollie.
"I may, some day," murmured Betty. "But hurry along, Grace. It looks
as though it might storm. We'll save some of the candy for you."
"You'd better!"
The chocolates came before Grace was ready to start after the papers,
for she discovered a rent in her skirt and it had to be mended. Then,
too, Prince proved a little more restive than had been anticipated,
from not having been out in two days, and the groom suggested that he
take the animal up and down the road on a sharp gallop to give the
excess spirit a chance to be worked off. So Grace saw to it that she
had at least part of her share of chocolates before she left.
"And I have just time to hear the rest about the grand surprise," she
said to Betty, who had been turning and creasing in her hand the
letter her uncle had written.
"I'm afraid I can't go as much into detail as I thought I could,"
confessed Betty. "But I'll read you the letter my old sea-captain
uncle sent me. It begins: 'In port; longitude whatever you like, and
latitude an ice cream soda.' Then he goes on:
"'Dear messmate.
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