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"Nothing like that," laughed Miss Day with one of her delicious excursions into slang, "it was just for Maman's writing things but I'm that proud to have it " She was still holding the box when Janet brought up their dinner. After the Poetry Girl had left, she settled herself for her scolding. She knew that she was due for it.
Can't you almost hear Felicia talking with her, describing the kitchen and the back yard and the dumb-waiter that goes up to Grandy's room and stops at Maman's room and on up to the old nursery? Can't you see Felicia triumphantly bringing Mollyhome to look it over? And can't you almost hear the lovely Irish songs that Molly's mother taught her? And Felicia pretending that she is Molly's mother?
She merely thought that she had to go to see Madame Berthe too that evening, and to make haste home in time for maman's tea at twelve o'clock. She went indoors, collected her music, and saying good-bye to everyone, was about to go. "Allow me to see you home," said the colonel. "Yes, how can you go alone at night like this?" chimed in the princess. "Anyway, I'll send Parasha."
I came to Venice for you, darling," he said, as he rose and joined her on the balcony which commanded a fine stretch of the canal. "No, no! Go and dine with your prince. I'll go with maman Margaret and I. At least, Margaret must, of course, please herself!" She shrugged her shoulders, and then added, "Maman's probably in the pink of society here.
I am wearing Maman's hat she told me I could wear it when I came to the House in the Woods! Do you think it looks well on me?" Her naive vanity almost broke their hearts. "Do you, Grandy? Look at me!" He turned slowly. He stepped bravely toward her and lifted her hand and kissed it.
From the stairway she could hear Molly's voice comforting the Architect's wife as they helped her down from the nursery to Maman's room, "Sure, they's no need to worry. Take a peep through the door at Miss Felice. She's just knitting whilst they confab. Sure wid a couple o' hundred papers alyin' there they couldn't get through in no hurry now, could they?"
"And of course," added Felicia with perfect good humor, "I shall have to pay a forfeit I always did when I took anything from Maman's tray. If I was caught." Her childishness of manner did not seem at all incongruous to him. She was comfortably ageless so far as he was concerned, a drab figure with a pleasant voice who treated him as though he were a human being instead of a sick ogre.
She was perpetually trying to find out for herself the things that Mademoiselle declined to tell her. She was especially curious about Maman's closed door. Mademoiselle refused to open it. But there came a day, when Mademoiselle wasn't looking, when Felice tapped gently at her mother's door and opened it and went in.
I am not so well, and Monsieur le docteur says it is well for me to go to the South again." Monsieur le docteur! Sylves' not well! The thought struck a chill to the hearts of Ma'am Mouton and Louisette, but not for long. Of course, Sylves' was not well, he needed some of maman's tisanes. Then he was homesick; it was to be expected. At last the great day came, Sylves' would be home.
"You are lying," repeated Volodya; and he brought his fist down on the table with such force that all the crockery shook and maman's tea was spilt over. "Why do you talk about generals and baronesses? It's all lies!" The music teacher was disconcerted, and coughed into her handkerchief, affecting to sneeze, and maman began to cry. "Where can I go?" thought Volodya.
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