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Poppit, she exhibited an admirable inventiveness and composure. Though she knew it would deceive nobody, everybody had to pretend he was deceived. "Oh, my poor little Christmas presents for your needy parishioners, Padre," she said. "You've seen them before you were meant to, and you must forget all about them. And so little harm done, just an apricot or two.

Well, that is nice! Shall we go into my little garden shed, dear Mrs. Poppit, and have our tea?" Major Flint was still a little lame, for his golf to-day had been of the nature of gardening, and he hobbled up the steps behind the ladies, with that little cock-sparrow sailor following him and telling the Padre how badly and yet how successfully he himself had played.

"Oh, naughty!" she said to the Major. "Pray, hush! you're disturbing them at their rubber. And here's the Padre back again!" Poppit appeared on her return from her expedition to London. Miss Mapp begged her to take her hand, and instantly began playing. "It would really be a kindness to me, Mrs. So much enjoyment!" Suddenly she saw that Mrs.

Poppit's name appeared, and diligently waded through column after column of subsequent lists, to make sure that she, the originator of the Tilling Working Club, had not been the victim of a similar insult. Mrs. Poppit was a climber: that was what she was, and Miss Mapp was obliged to confess that very nimble she had been.

Poppit had just received the dignity of the M.B.E., or Member of the Order of the British Empire, and put it on her cards too, as if to keep the scandal alive.

Poppit, thinking that she was being a complete failure as an ambassador. She was carrying no conviction at all. "Saccharine!" observed Diva, handing her a small phial. "Haven't got more than enough sugar for myself. I expect Elizabeth's got plenty well, never mind that. Don't you see? If it wasn't true she would try to convince us that it was. Seemed absurd on the face of it.

"We shall have a cosy, busy winter, I hope. You, I know, Miss Mapp, are always busy." "The day is never long enough for me," said Elizabeth enthusiastically. "What with my household duties in the morning, and my garden, and our pleasant little gatherings, it is always bed-time too soon. I want to read a great deal this winter, too." Poppit, and the party was complete.

You will have talked to them all before Wednesday, will you not, dear?" As there were only four to talk to, Mrs. Poppit thought that she could manage it, and spent a most interesting afternoon.

Yure very obtoose." I was konsiderbul riled at this. Sez I, "My gentle Sir, Ime a nonresistanter as a ginral thing, & don't want to git up no rows with nobuddy, but I kin nevertheles kave in enny man's hed that calls me a obtoos," with whitch remarks I kommenst fur to pull orf my extry garmints. "Cum on," sez I "Time! hear's the Beniki Boy fur ye!" & I darnced round like a poppit.

"But they laugh at it, too," said Mrs. Poppit. That would have been baffling for anyone who allowed herself to be baffled, but that was not Miss Mapp's way. "Oh, that bitter laughter!" she said. "It hurt me to hear it. It was envious laughter, dear, scoffing, bitter laughter. I heard! I cannot bear that the dear things should feel like that.

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