Mr. and Mrs. Dove
little Anne,” he said gently. And this time he nearly ran, under the pink arches, along the garden path.
“Roo-coo-coo-coo! Roo-coo-coo-coo!” sounded from the veranda. “Reggie, Reggie,” from the garden.
He stopped, he turned. But when she saw his timid, puzzled look, she gave a little laugh.
“Come back, Mr. Dove,” said Anne. And Reginald came slowly across the lawn.
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