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veranda, or maybe at the tennis-court. We 'll wait for you at the landing."
For a moment Mr. Harry looked black at this peremptory dismissal; but he bowed politely, and whirling about strode back to the house while Miss Ethel and Mr. Lane went on laughing down the hill.
"An' she never so much as said please!" whispered Annie.
"I 'll be darned if I'd do it," said Peter.
