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n that always made her feel like slapping her headstrong niece until her nose bled and her great gray doe’s eyes gushed tears. “We are ka-tet,” Eddie said. ”“Fran Lengyll?”“Aye. 6All that’s history now, Susan—water under the bridge.

“Raise that not to me,” she said. “G’day, Susan Delgado, daughter of Pat,” Sheemie said cheerfully. The days were bright and warm; even the oldtimers admitted it was one of the most beautiful summers in memory. And we must go and see Hart, of course.