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I watched , whenever I thought there was a chance , but I could n't see anything that looked like you . We must have gone half over the city , Endecott ; Mrs. Pulteney took me all the morning , and her daughters and Mr. Pulteney all the afternoon . '' `` Know , O little Mignonette , '' said Mr. Linden , `` that in New York it is ` morning ' till those people who dine at six have had their dinner . `` Like the swell of some sweet tune Morning rises into noon , -- was written of country hours . '' `` I guess that is true of most of the other good things that ever were written , '' said Faith . Mr. Linden looked amused . `` What do you think of this ?