Janice Meredith  by Paul Leicester Ford
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			like service for the squire in the hallway. "Dost remember your question, Miss Janice," asked Charles, "just as you drove away from Greenwood?" "Yes." "She was one of the three graces." "Was she very beautiful?" "The ancients so held her, but they had never seen you, Miss Janice." The girl had turned away as she nonchalantly asked the last question, and so Charles could not see the charmingly demure smile that her face assumed, nor the curve of the lips, and perhaps it was fortunate for him that he did not. Yet all Miss Meredith said was,-- "Not that I cared to know, but I knew Tibbie would be curious." XVI A VARIETY OF CONTRACTS The spring thaw set in in earnest the day after the squire's return to Greenwood, and housed the family for several days. No sooner, however, did |  | 


 
