The Wilmington morning star., 1947-07-07
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~caId. You know, | elways prid.
ed myself On having completely
escaped the hocsy faint of my
Irish forebears. When you've ben
brought up amongst people who
talk nothing but horse, you go all
superior about not caring for
them. And now Lucy has just
Shown me that l treat my car
exactly like a horse. It's quite
true. I do"
Il know" said Nudge. "Lucy is
quite devastating. She told me this
morning that 1 was to be as rude
as I like while I was here"
Henrietta considered this for a
moment and then nodded.
of course" she said. 1.-THE
shop!"
Eyes. When one has to spend
every day CT ones life in a blasted
little box, being polite to rude
women, calling them Madam,
pulling frocks ever their heads,
smiling and swallowing their
darned cheek whatever they like
to say to one-weil, one does want
to cuss! You know, Henrietta,
always wonder why people think
it's so humiliating to 60 into serv-
ice and that it's grand and in
dependent to be ir a shop. One
puts up with far more i%nsolence
in a shop than Gudgeon or Sim
mons or any decent domestic
does"
1T must be foul, darling. 1 wish
you weren't SO grand and proud
and insistent on earning your own
living
Anyway, Lucy's an angel. I
shall be %gloriously rude to every
one this Weekend"
"Who's here?" said Henrietta,
as she got out Of the car.
The Christows are coming -
Nudge paused and then went on:
Edwards just arrived"
Edward? How nice! 1 haven't
see Edward for ages. Anybody
eise?"
David AngHatell. That, ac-
cording to Lucy, is where you are
going to come in useful. You're
going to stop him biting his
nails" .
cit sounds very unlike me-
said Henrietta. II hate interfering
with people and I wouldn't dream
of checking their personal habits.
What did Lucy really say?"
1T amounted to that! He's got
an Adams apple, tool"
I'm not expected TO do any
thing about that. am I?' asked
Henrietta, alarmed.
"And you're to be kind to Ger
d."
How 1 should hate Lucy if I
were Gerda!"
"And someone who solves
crimes is coming to lunch tomor-
row."
Were not going to play the
Murder Game, are WEI"
Il don't think so. I think it is
just neighborly hospitality"
Midge's voice changed a little.
Here's Edward coming out to
hunt u.s."
Dear Edward" thought Henri
eta with a sudden rush OF warm
affection.
Edward Angkatell was very tall
and thin. He was smiling now as
he came toward the two young
women.
''Hullo, Henrietta. L haven't
sen you for over a year"
"Hullo, Edward"
How nice Edward was! That
gentle smile Of his, the little
creases at the corners of his eyes.
And all his nice knobbly bones. :.
l believe it's his bones I like so
much, thought Henrietta. The
warmth of her affection for Ed
ward startled her. She had for
gotten that she liked Edward SO
much. u
After lunch Edward said.
Come for a walk, Henrietta
It was Edwards kind of walk
a stroll.
They went up behind the house,
taking a path that zig-zagged up
through the trees. Like the woods
at Ainswick, thought Henrietta.
go. Dear Ainswick, what fun they
had had there! She began to talk
to Edward about Ainswick. They
revived old memories.
do you remember our squir-
rel? The one with the broken paw.
And we kept it in a cage and it
got well?"
"Of course. 1t had a ridiculous
name-what was it now?"
"Cholmondeley M arJorl :
banks!"
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