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Why didn’t she say who she was? Peggy asked herself.
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It seems as if I ought to remember a voice so sweet, but it didn’t sound a bit familiar. She paused at the door of the parlor to take a last look at the denuded Christmas tree, and the table where the gifts were still displayed, for the benefit of friends who might drop in within a day or two, and went slowly to her room. But in her dreams, she heard again and again a gentle voice, pensive and sweet, whispering,
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A happy new year to dear Peggy Raymond.