But, of course, everyone ought to have a birthday, of sorts, and so I call this my real one.

But I never told you that--did I ?" "I heard you say once that you left a little girl behind you somewhere in the States, but that you only came to yourself the day you reached England." "Yes; and I _do_ feel sorry for that other little girl sometimes!" "You need not.

She'll grow up to be an American woman: and the American woman, as everybody knows, has all the fun of the fair.
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