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Something in Larry Smiths eyes when he saw her told her, too, that she was not silly.
 She s-w him before they got to the house. He was-as she had seen him first in riding clothes = on his knees putting burlap bags around the plants under the win- dows of the corner room, which he had looked through the first day.
 "Hi, Squirrel" Jennifer called from the car.
 Larry strengthened. put his pipe in his pocket and came down to- ward the car.
 Then he saw Daphne.
 Hello, he said and there was great warmth in his voice but his eyes were for Daphne and it was to her that he held out his hand.
 We've taken advantage of your invitation" she said. This Is my sister whom you've met and this is Tucker Ainsley. MT. Smith,"
 "Of course, I've met the little sister. Glad to see you all" He shook hands with Tuck.
 Its been 6 divine drive, MT. Smith. You're a lamb to ask US up.'
 Jennifer offered him an angelic smile and held out her small hand for him to help her out of the car.
 "A cold one." he said. Lets get inside. I've been burning some of these fine hickory logs and I think there is something warmer than that"
 Thank heavens for that" Jen- infer said. T told Daphne that I knew you were the kind of man who'd be the supreme host"
 I'm glad you told her that" he said and smiled down on her.
 Jennifer felt she had said the wrong thing.
 They went indoors and Daphne forgot about Jennifer.
 The first thing that struck her was the beauty of her old home. So like what it had been before 50 exactly what 1t ought to be. There were all her things, the polished tables, the old mirrors, the rich brocades. She saw them first even as she felt a new living presence there. The late seasonal blooms and leaves that filled the vases, the roaring fire in the hearth, the books and magazines, the hand-work on loom. She knew instantly what these people --L2rrys people-were like, that they were her kind of people.
 Mother L-rry was saying, "this is Daphne. This is the little girl in the portrait-the one with the black curlS.'
 I'm happy to know the mis- tress of Brett Hall," she said, talk ing both Dapllne's hands in hers.
 I'm happy that you are herc," Daphne said simply.
 And then they were all talking There was so much to say about the Hall. Jennifer had taken Tuck to see the old school room. Aunt Alice, twin to Larry's mother. made tea and Larry poured cocktails for him. self and Tuck.
 Daphne felt that she had known them all her life. All of them but Larry.
 Dusk fell early and filled the room with shadows.
 Wouldn't you like to have a look around outside before it gets 1 dark" Larry asked Daphne.
 She went out with him from the ] room conscious of her sisters eyes | on them. It made her uneasy but | she soon forgot 1t strolling with Larry about the grounds she well | remembered.
 Then, too soon, 1t was time for them to drive back to the city.
 May call you?" Larry said for ] her alone to hear.
 Please do," she said.
 The three of them = Tuck and Jennifer and Daphne-drove back | to town, stopping on the way for dinner.
 Let's go to a movie?" Jennifer said.
 Do you mind if I dont?" Daphne cut in "You two run | along. I've some things I want to do at home"
 All she wanted to do was think. To think of Brett Hall. To re- member every corner of 1t as she had seen it. To remember the | things Larry Smith had said to her about 1t. But not to think of Jennifer. She was ashamed of her own tactics. Was there some thing mean in her that she could 1 do something like that to her only little Sitser. She'd try to make