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Sophy
arrives
at
the
house
of
Dora
’
s
aunts
,
in
due
course
.
She
has
the
most
agreeable
of
faces
,
—
not
absolutely
beautiful
,
but
extraordinarily
pleasant
,
—
and
is
one
of
the
most
genial
,
unaffected
,
frank
,
engaging
creatures
I
have
ever
seen
.
Traddles
presents
her
to
us
with
great
pride
;
and
rubs
his
hands
for
ten
minutes
by
the
clock
,
with
every
individual
hair
upon
his
head
standing
on
tiptoe
,
when
I
congratulate
him
in
a
corner
on
his
choice
.
I
have
brought
Agnes
from
the
Canterbury
coach
,
and
her
cheerful
and
beautiful
face
is
among
us
for
the
second
time
.
Agnes
has
a
great
liking
for
Traddles
,
and
it
is
capital
to
see
them
meet
,
and
to
observe
the
glory
of
Traddles
as
he
commends
the
dearest
girl
in
the
world
to
her
acquaintance
.
Still
I
don
’
t
believe
it
.
We
have
a
delightful
evening
,
and
are
supremely
happy
;
but
I
don
’
t
believe
it
yet
.
I
can
’
t
collect
myself
.
I
can
’
t
check
off
my
happiness
as
it
takes
place
.
I
feel
in
a
misty
and
unsettled
kind
of
state
;
as
if
I
had
got
up
very
early
in
the
morning
a
week
or
two
ago
,
and
had
never
been
to
bed
since
.
I
can
’
t
make
out
when
yesterday
was
.
I
seem
to
have
been
carrying
the
licence
about
,
in
my
pocket
,
many
months
.
Next
day
,
too
,
when
we
all
go
in
a
flock
to
see
the
house
—
our
house
—
Dora
’
s
and
mine
—
I
am
quite
unable
to
regard
myself
as
its
master
.
I
seem
to
be
there
,
by
permission
of
somebody
else
.
I
half
expect
the
real
master
to
come
home
presently
,
and
say
he
is
glad
to
see
me
.
Such
a
beautiful
little
house
as
it
is
,
with
everything
so
bright
and
new
;
with
the
flowers
on
the
carpets
looking
as
if
freshly
gathered
,
and
the
green
leaves
on
the
paper
as
if
they
had
just
come
out
;
with
the
spotless
muslin
curtains
,
and
the
blushing
rose
-
coloured
furniture
,
and
Dora
’
s
garden
hat
with
the
blue
ribbon
—
do
I
remember
,
now
,
how
I
loved
her
in
such
another
hat
when
I
first
knew
her
!
—
already
hanging
on
its
little
peg
;
the
guitar
-
case
quite
at
home
on
its
heels
in
a
corner
;
and
everybody
tumbling
over
Jip
’
s
pagoda
,
which
is
much
too
big
for
the
establishment
.
Another
happy
evening
,
quite
as
unreal
as
all
the
rest
of
it
,
and
I
steal
into
the
usual
room
before
going
away
.
Dora
is
not
there
.
I
suppose
they
have
not
done
trying
on
yet
.
Miss
Lavinia
peeps
in
,
and
tells
me
mysteriously
that
she
will
not
be
long
.
She
is
rather
long
,
notwithstanding
;
but
by
and
by
I
hear
a
rustling
at
the
door
,
and
someone
taps
.
I
say
,
‘
Come
in
!
’
but
someone
taps
again
.
I
go
to
the
door
,
wondering
who
it
is
;
there
,
I
meet
a
pair
of
bright
eyes
,
and
a
blushing
face
;
they
are
Dora
’
s
eyes
and
face
,
and
Miss
Lavinia
has
dressed
her
in
tomorrow
’
s
dress
,
bonnet
and
all
,
for
me
to
see
.
I
take
my
little
wife
to
my
heart
;
and
Miss
Lavinia
gives
a
little
scream
because
I
tumble
the
bonnet
,
and
Dora
laughs
and
cries
at
once
,
because
I
am
so
pleased
;
and
I
believe
it
less
than
ever
.
‘
Do
you
think
it
pretty
,
Doady
?
’
says
Dora
.
Pretty
!
I
should
rather
think
I
did
.
‘
And
are
you
sure
you
like
me
very
much
?
’
says
Dora
.
