Any day now the Mansion will be blanketed in snow and festooned with icicles, right on schedule; but for the moment, the lawns are still bare, the wind brisk but not bitter, the air bracing. Conveniently, because something seems to be going on
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(She's barefoot, and her toes are by this time a little red from the chill.)
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She crouches down and runs a finger down a shoe. "I dunno, though. What would fit?"
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"Do you need a blanket?" she asks, earnestly, "Or a shirt? I'm good at shirts."
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"How about you?"
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