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Comfortable perched on the sofa; Betty and Joan were quietly talking things over.  The holidays were passed, but the memories of those days of laughter and song and well-wishing lived on in the minds of these two girls.  And you know how girls will do—rehash the whole thing after it’s over, even down to the fine points of “he said to her”, and “she said to me”.  Betty and Joan’s conversation had followed this same ordinary pattern, since they were ordinary girls. But they were suddenly...