I promised her last week that I would , but I 've never had time yet . And today is baking and churning day . It 's a shame . Poor Corona ! '' `` Who is she ? '' asked Frances , trying to realize that there was actually someone in the world besides herself who was to be pitied . `` She is our minister 's sister . She has been ill with rheumatic fever . She is better now , but does n't seem to get strong very fast . She ought to go out more , but she is n't able to walk . I really must try and get around tomorrow . She keeps house for her brother at the manse . He is n't married , you know . '' Frances did n't know , nor did she in the least degree care . But even the luxury of unlimited grief palls , and Frances was beginning to feel this vaguely . She offered to go and take Miss Sherwood out driving . `` I 've never seen her , '' she said , `` but I suppose that does n't matter . I can drive Grey Tom in the phaeton , if you like . '' It was just what Aunt Eleanor intended , and she saw Frances drive off that afternoon with a great deal of satisfaction . `` Give my love to Corona , '' she told her , `` and say for me that she is n't to go messing about among those shore people until she 's perfectly well .
The XXXXX is the fourth house after you turn the third corner . ''
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