“Now, now. That’s no way to talk. ‘Hope is the thing with feathers,’” Delphie said sternly, wagging her finger at the volume of poetry beside the tumbler. “‘That perches in the soul,’” Louise said, unable to keep from smiling as the familiar words crossed her lips. “‘And sings the tune without the words.’” “‘And never stops—at
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