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III–––––––– CHRISTMAS CAME. THE Army of the Potomac had stacked its muskets and gone into winter-quarters. Miss Crone received an invitation to pass the second fortnight in February at the great manufacturing town of Leatherborough. Leatherborough is on the railroad, two hours south of Glenham, at the mouth of the great river Tan, where this noble stream expands into its broadest smile, or gapes in too huge a fashion to be disguised by a bridge. "Mrs. Littlefield kindly invites you for the last of the month," said Mrs. Ford, reading a letter behind the tea-urn. It suited Mrs. Ford's purpose—a purpose which I have not space to elaborate—that her young charge should now go forth into society and pick up acquaintances. Two sparks of pleasure gleamed in Elizabeth's eyes. But, as she had ta
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