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... By JOYCE DENNYS. MY DEAR ROBERT-- All I ask of life, said Lady B., when I met her on the Cliff Path yesterday afternoon, is an onion. Cinderella, your wish is granted, For we in the garden onions planted, I said, waving my stick like a wand, and execut ing a few graceful pirouettes. Several Evacuees on a seat, whom I hadn't noticed before, craned forward to get a better view, and Lady B. ...