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It¡¯s the most beautiful dress in the whole world.
It was getting lighter.
Which, of course, Mrs. Bobbin knew. Better than the duchess.
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But, dumpling, it¡¯s for tonight¡¯s ball.
No, cupcake, I can¡¯t let you.
Dress warmly, pudding.
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Mrs. Bobbin had a bad headache.
Irene stepped in a hole and fell over with a twisted ankle.
Her teeth chattered.
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It¡¯s starting to snow.
It¡¯s cold out there, and windy.
It really was cold outside.
The wind whirled the falling snowflakes.
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What a brave and loving person Irene was.
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Her mother, Mrs. Bobbin, isn't feeling so well and can't possibly deliver the beautiful ball gown she's made for the duchess to wear that very evening.
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