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As Stella had finished, she willingly agreed to set off, and they were soon in the train for Blackstead and on their way to No. 2 Heather Road. 'Oh Stella, do let's live here! It feels so fresh, and the trees are beginning to bud, and these are quite nice gardens! cried Vava. 'We will see. The house may be damp or very small and dark, or quite unsuitable, said Stella cautiously.
I think it's rather fun moving; you have all new wall-papers and a new garden, and it makes a change. Where are you going to move to? inquired Doreen. 'Oh I don't know; we haven't got a house yet. I believe we are going to look at one in Blackstead, said Vava. 'Blackstead! That's where we live. There are some nice houses there; cheap too, because it is not a fashionable suburb.
Stella, whom her short spell of poverty had made thoughtful on such matters, gave the bridesmaids their dresses, which meant best summer-frocks and hats for them all, and saved Eva that expense; and of pleasures they had no lack, for Mr. Montague Jones's car was always running down to Blackstead. Mrs.
But Stella was horrified when Vava repeated this conversation to her. 'How many times am I to tell you not to talk of our private concerns to strangers? she exclaimed. 'Well, you must have been talking about them yourself, or how did Mr. Jones know we were going to take a house at Blackstead? retorted Vava. 'You must have mentioned the name yourself, and you ought not to have done so.
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