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BRENDA’S SUMMER AT ROCKLEY
“Why, yes, I think so, if you don’t meet until eleven o’clock.”
“Oh, we won’t meet before that; I can assure you that we don’t try to get up ahead of the lark. It’s always an accident when I get down to the beach before that.”
“On Friday then,” the girls all cried to Amy, as she left the house, and she responded gayly,—
“On Friday.”
