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Updated: May 31, 2025
To admit that a young relation of Anonyma's should run away from her would be undignified. "You mustn't take us too seriously," said Mrs. Gustus lightly. "It isn't a case of an elopement, or anything like that. Just an excuse for a tour, and a rest from wearisome war work. A wild-goose chase, nothing but fun in it." "Wild goose is a good description of Jay," said Cousin Gustus. It was rather.
She came downstairs, and met him at the door. "Such a disaster," she said, and handed him a telegram. Kew stood aghast, as she meant him to. No disaster is ever so great as it is before you know what it is. But Kew ought to have known Anonyma's disasters by experience. "Russ's wife has appeared." "Why should she be introduced as a disaster?" asked Kew, with a sigh of relief.
Gustus had called six times, but had been repulsed on each occasion by a totally dumb front door. But then Nana never had liked Anonyma. Nana was simple herself in an amateurish, unconscious sort of way, and I expect she disliked Anonyma's professional rivalry in the matter of simplicity. But Kew was always a favourite.
Instead of doing her hair as usual in one severe penny bun at the back, she had constructed a halfpenny bun, so to speak, over each ear. This is a very literary way of doing the hair, and the remembrance of the admirer, haunting Anonyma's waking thoughts, had inspired the change. Their way lay through the beechwood that embroiders the hem of the down's cloak.
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