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Everything was set up perfectly. Mrs. Dixon put her hands on her hips and surveyed the room with pleasure. The library was one of the largest rooms in the house and it offered plenty of space for her classes. It was cylindrically shaped and rows of books stretched up four stories high. Natural skylights were cut into each story, as well as the ceiling above, filling the room with a wonderful glow of morning sunlight.
Millie came into the room carrying a bag of ice. Neville followed behind; his arms heavy with fabric.
“What do you want me to do with this?” Millie huffed.
“Pour it in that bucket.” Mrs. Dixon indicated to the side. “Neville, I have erected two changing stations over there—hang the clothes in the appropriate room.”
“How will I know which room is the appropriate roo
