Prose , rightly written and read , is sometimes as beautiful as poetry . '' Miss Sally deigned no reply . She carefully gathered up her grey silken skirts from the dusty floor and walked out . `` Get Christina Bowes to come up tomorrow and scrub this place out , '' she said practically . `` We can go to town and select paint and paper . I should like the dining room done in pale green and the living room in creamy tones , ranging from white to almost golden brown . But perhaps my taste wo n't be hers . '' `` Oh , yes , it will , '' said Willard with assurance . `` I am quite certain she will like everything you like . I can never thank you enough for helping me . If you had n't consented I should have had to put it into the hands of some outsider whom I could n't have helped at all . And I wanted to help . I wanted to have a finger in everything , because it is for her , you see , Miss Sally . It will be such a delight to fix up this little house , knowing that she is coming to live in it . '' `` I wonder if you really mean it , '' said Miss Sally bitterly . `` Oh , I dare say you think you do . But do you ? Perhaps you do . Perhaps you are the exception that proves the rule . '' This was a great admission for Miss Sally to make .
For the next two months Miss XXXXX was happy .
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