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Charades.
speak to me. Dear Hubert, I have longed more than any one else to see you.
Rosa.—She's talked of you often enough—oftener, a great deal, than any one else—I can tell you that. Oh! I'm so glad! I'll burn that drawing-desk to-morrow morning. Rachel's busy fingers shall have a holiday—that they shall! I'll hide all the brushes and paints for a year.
Rachel.—But you must not forget that the hap- piness of this hour has been won by toil.
The End.
(Answer to charade—Industry.)
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