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“ I do hope it’s that,” said Harriet to herself. She was so yearning to find another home. Jack stood waiting at the corner on the tall bit of grassy land above the muddy, cut-out road. There came Victoria running in her eager way across the open space up the slight incline. Evening was beginning to fall. “ Got ’em?” called Jack. “ Yes. Mrs Wynne was just washing herself, so I had to wait a minute.” Victoria came panting up. “ Is that it? “ said Harriet timidly at last, pointing to the bright red roof. “ Yes, that’s it,” said Victoria, pleased and proprietary. A boy from the big red bungalow called to ask if he should bring milk across. The big red bungalow was a dairy. But Harriet followed eagerly on Jack’s footsteps across the road. She peeped over the white gate as he unf