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🏆 Mrs. Phillips was in bed when Joan went up to say good-bye. “You’ll come again soon?” she asked, and Joan promised. “You’ve made me so happy,” she whispered. The nurse was in the room. Her going was the signal for the breaking up of the party. In a short time Joan and Madge found themselves left with only Flossie.!

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