I want to pick out my new silk . '' `` I 'm as good a judge of black silk as you , '' said Louisa shortly . `` It is n't safe to leave the house alone . '' `` But I do n't want a black silk , '' cried Mary Isabel . `` I 've worn black so long ; both my silk dresses have been black . I want a pretty silver-grey , something like Mrs. Chester Ford 's . '' `` Did anyone ever hear such nonsense ? '' Louisa wanted to know , in genuine amazement . `` Silver-grey silk is the most unserviceable thing in the world . There 's nothing like black for wear and real elegance . No , no , Mary Isabel , do n't be foolish . You must let me choose for you ; you know you never had any judgment . Mother told you so often enough . Now , get your sunbonnet and take a walk to the shore . You look tired . I 'll get the tea . '' Louisa 's tone was kind though firm . She Was really good to Mary Isabel as long as Mary Isabel gave her her own way peaceably . But if she had known Mary Isabel 's secret she would never have permitted those walks to the shore . Mary Isabel sighed again , yielded , and went out .
Across a green field from the Irving cottage Dr. Donald Hamilton 's big house was hooding itself in the shadows XXXXX the thick fir grove that enabled the doctor to have a garden .
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