Part 4 MY DEAR VEE, he wrote. She had unaccountable gleams of sympathy with and liking for him. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. "Old Morgan the trader," she explained, "used to save me Tit-Bits. ” He rowed a stroke and watched the swirl of water from his oar broaden and die away. She then introduced them to Martin’s parents. “Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed.
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