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Updated: May 19, 2025
At bruncheon Walter MacMonnies told to Florence Crewden his experiences in exploring Southern Greenland by aeroplane with the Schliess-Banning expedition. At bruncheon Bobby Winslow, now an interne, talked baseball with Carl. At bruncheon Phil Dunleavy regarded cynically all the people he did not know and played piquet in a corner with Ruth's father.
The Ericsons made an institution of "bruncheon" breakfast-luncheon at which coffee and eggs and deviled kidneys, a table of auction bridge and a davenport of talk and a wing-chair of Sunday papers, were to be had on Sunday morning from ten to one.
Then she wrote to invite him to late Sunday breakfast at the Gilsons' they made a function of it, and called it bruncheon. The hour was given as ten-thirty; most people came at noon; but Milt arrived at ten-thirty-one, and found only a sleepy butler in sight. He waited in the drawing-room for five minutes, feeling like a bill-collector.
From nowhere appeared a bustling weighty woman, purring, "Hello, hello, hello, is it possible that you're all up Mr. Daggett. Yes, do lead me to the kidneys." And a man with the gray hair of a grandfather and the giggle of a cash-girl bounced in clamoring, "Mornin' expected to have bruncheon alone do we have some bridge? Oh, good morning, Mr. Daggett, how do you like Seattle?
He stuck to the office, though his chief emotion about life and business was that he wished to go off somewhere and lie down and die gently. Directly after a Sunday bruncheon, at which he was silent and looked washed out, he went to bed with typhoid fever. For six weeks he was ill. He seemed daily to lose more of the boyishness which all his life had made him want to dance in the sun.
"What did you think of my nice Daggett boy?" Claire demanded of Eva Gilson, the moment bruncheon was over. "Which one was Oh, the boy you met on the road? Why, really, I didn't notice him particularly. I'd rather fancied from the way you referred to him that he was awfully jolly and forceful, but rather crude. But I didn't notice him at all. He seemed perfectly well-bred, but slightly heavy."
"No, he isn't that He Why did you lead spades?" reflected Claire. They were in the drawing-room, resting after the tact and tumult of the bruncheon. Claire had been here long enough now for the Gilsons to forget her comfortably, and be affectionate and quarrelsome and natural, and to admit by their worrying that even in their exalted social position there were things to fuss about.
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