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Tonight, I will be reading The Lark by Edith Mesbitt.

So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story.

Chapter 1. You wouldn't dare. Wouldn't I? That's all you know. You mustn't dare her, said a third voice anxiously from the top of the library steps.

If you dare her, she'll do it as sure as fate.

The one who must not be dared looked up and laughed.

The golden light of midsummer afternoon falling through the tall library windows,

embroidered new patterns on the

mellow Persian carpets, and touched to a dusky splendor, the shelves on shells of old

calf Morocco, where hair and there gilded lettering shone like rows of little sparks.

It touched also the hair of the girl who must not be dared.

She sat cross-legged on the floor among a heap of books,

nursing a fat quarter volume with onyx inlaid clasps and bosses,

and touched the hair into glory,

turning it from plain brown, which was its everyday color,

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