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I have an idea,” Annabelle said, “Let’s go to the kitchen and peek in the larder. I bet there’s still some gooseberry cake left from dessert. Not to mention the strawberry jam trifle.”Lillian lifted her head and blotted her wet nose on her sleeve. “Do you really think a plate of sweets will make me feel better?”Annabelle smiled. “It can’t hurt, can it?”Lillian considered the point. “Let’s go,” she said, and allowed her friend to pull her up from the bench.
