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Never was a diversion more welcome!
/*
"We're on the map,
R-ready to prove it with snap!"
*/
Snap was in the very sunset as the
evening breeze learned the song.
As for the inventor's daughter, her joyous
relief was now a hop and now a dance,
anon a pine-caught hullabaloo, as she
gleefully turned her back upon the Devil's
Chair and nickum memories--her face
to the glowing sun of sisterhood.
"Camp Fire sisters! Camp Fire sisters!
Was ever such luck?" she cried. "Oh!
come, let's find them--let's join them."
"Oh--let us!" assented Una, her
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