Mr. Lanham wrote enthusiastically of the budding of his roses and some of the shrubs in his garden this morning, but his greatest enthusiasm was always for his five-year-old daughter, Julia Anne. Tonight she hid in the bed with her father, talking low so her mother wouldn’t know she was there: “[S]he was delighted when her mother seemed surprised to fin…
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