"Madame Eulalie."
"I don't remember anyone called that. Did Molly give you any message for me?"
"She is slim and graceful and has tender grey eyes like mists floating over some pool in Fairyland."
"I certainly don't remember anyone in East Gilead like that. Did Molly give you any message for me?"
"No."
"She didn't?" George flung himself despairingly into a chair. "This is the end!"
"Oh, yes, she did," said Hamilton Beamish. "I was forgetting. She told me to tell you that, if you happened to be in Central Park to-morrow afternoon near the Zoo, you might meet her."
"This is the maddest, merriest day of all the glad New Year," said George Finch.
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