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At a quarter past four to the minute, there came a most genteel little tap-tappity. "Is Mrs. Ribston at home?" inquired Duchess in the
porch.
"Come in! and how do you do, my dear Duchess?" cried Ribby. "I
hope I see you well?"
"Quite well, I thank you, and how do you do, my dear Ribby?" said Duchess. "I've brought you some flowers; what a delicious smell of
pie!"