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V–––––––– LATE ONE AFTERNOON, at dusk, about three weeks after Mr. Bruce's arrival, Lizzie was sitting alone by the fire, in Miss Cooper's parlor, musing, as became the place and hour. The Doctor and his sister came in, dressed for a lecture. "I 'm sorry you won't go, my dear," said Miss Cooper. " It 's a most interesting subject: 'A Year of the War. ' All The battles and things described, you know. " "I ' m tired of war," said Lizzie. "Well, well, if you 're tired of the war, we ' ll leave you in peace. Kiss me good-bye. What 's the matter? You look sick. You are homesick, a'n't you?" "No, no,—I 'm very well. " "Would you like me to stay at home with you?" "Oh, no! pray, don't!" "Well, we 'll tell you all about it. Will they have programmes, James? I 'll bring her a programme. But