Sunday had arrived at last, and the weather was set fair, for which Jack Wetherly was grateful. Aunt Rose had placed a breakfast of bread and dripping in front of him together with the tea, that only Aunt Rose could produce so stewed. Jack and his late father had lived with Aunt Rose, ever since his mother, who Jack was too young to remember, had died. Plump, always aproned, dolly sized,
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