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"That wouldn't satisfy them," Norah calmly interrupts, "they know you're crazy because they saw you out here from their second story back windows. That's why they came. So you may as well get up and face them. I promised them I'd bring you in. You can't go on forever refusing to see people, and you know the Whalens are " "Whalens!" I gasped. "How many of them? Not not the entire fiendish three?"
But in turn I shook a reproving forefinger at Flossie. "You've been reading some naughty society novel! One of those millionaire-divorce-actress-automobile novels. Dear, dear! Shall I, ever forget the first New York actress I ever met; or what she said!" I felt, more than saw, a warning movement from Sis. But the three Whalens had hitched forward in their chairs.
"What did she say?" gurgled Flossie. "Was it something real reezk?" "Well, it was at a late supper a studio supper given in her honor," I confessed. "Yes-s-s-s," hissed the Whalens. "And this actress she was one of those musical comedy actresses, you know; I remember her part called for a good deal of kicking about in a short Dutch costume came in rather late, after the performance.
Something in my eye caused her to turn at the very door. "Don't you dare!" she hissed; then, banishing the warning scowl from her face, and assuming a near-smile, she entered the room and I followed miserably at her heels. The Whalens rose and came forward effusively; Mrs. Whalen, plump, dark, voluble; Sally, lean, swarthy, vindictive; Flossie, pudgy, powdered, over-dressed. They eyed me hungrily.
Don't you think she looks splendid, Mrs. Whalen?" The three Whalens tore their gaze from my blank countenance to exchange a series of meaning looks. "I suppose," purred Mrs. Whalen, "that your awful trouble was the real cause of your a-a-a-sickness, worrying about it and grieving as you must have." She pronounces it with a capital T, and I know she means Peter. I hate her for it. "Trouble!"
Black got her seal coat, and her husband only earning two thousand a year; they know who is going to run for mayor, and how long poor Angela Sims has to live, and what Guy Donnelly said to Min when he asked her to marry him. The three Whalens mother and daughters hunt in a group.
She was wearing a regal-looking fur-edged evening wrap, and she still wore all her make-up" out of the corner of my eye I saw Sis sink back with an air of resignation "and she threw open the door and said "Yes-s-s-s!" hissed the Whalens again, wetting their lips. " said: 'Folks, I just had a wire from mother, up in Maine. The boy has the croup. I'm scared green.
"All three. I left them champing with impatience." The Whalens live just around the corner. The Whalens are omniscient. They have a system of news gathering which would make the efforts of a New York daily appear antiquated. They know that Jenny Laffin feeds the family on soup meat and oat-meal when Mr. Laffin is on the road; they know that Mrs.
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