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Fleda would have laughed if it had not been for her aunt 's face ; but that settled down into a doubtful anxious look that pained her . It pained the old doctor too . `` Come , '' said he , touching her pretty chin with his fore-finger -- `` what are you thinking of ? folks may be good folks , and yet have tea at four o'clock , may n't they ? '' `` When do they have dinner ! '' said Mrs. Rossitur . `` I really do n't know .