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Propped up by pillows in an easy-chair before a roaring fire in thegreat fireplace, George Frothingham was sitting, relating to a group oflisteners the story of his adventures on the way from New York.
His sister Grace, seated on the arm of the chair, was softly strokinghis hand.
Aunt Clarissa, who had discarded her tatting-frames, was busily clickingher needles at the toe of a woollen stocking.
"What I don't see," said George, "is where I got that littlechopped-down horse that you say I rode upon. I do not know where he camefrom."
"But you are anticipating," said Aunt Clarissa; "you had only got as farin your story as sighting Lyons Farms."
"Oh, that's so!" said George. "Now comes the part that I hate most totell. When I came down the hill, it was evident that something was wrongin the colle