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Apples, Ripe and Rosy, Sir, - Mary Catherine Crowley
What a month of March it was! And after an unusually mild season, too. Old Winter seemed to have hoarded up all his stock of snow and cold weather, and left it as an inheritance to his wild and rollic... |
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