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Here comes Battalion B. This was Rob's final christening of the three Rutherfords, who rarely appeared separately. The friendship between them and the girls had progressed sufficiently for the Greys not to mind being caught by
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Battalion B
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How are you, Grey ladies? cried Basil, as they entered.
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We have come to demand of you an afternoon in the orchard, beneath whose spreading appletrees the village chestnut wishes to paint Prue's portrait.
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My portrait?
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Who, may I ask, is the village chestnut?
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Bartlemy Rutherford, whose talents as an artist are great, though unrecognized,
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Does Bartlemy paint?
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And powders and tints his eyebrows, whispered Bruce behind his hand, in a stage aside.
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But he doesn't want it known.
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Can you really paint, Bart? And will you do my portrait?