It was not there, but Ralph was. She was very much surprised to see him, and she intimated as much. "It's dreadfully damp in the woods," he explained. "By the way, you don't happen to know the Whitleys, of Washington, do you? Most excellent people." "I'm quite sorry that I do not," she replied. "But you will have to excuse me. We shall be kept very busy with arranging our apartments."
But his rheumatism's lots better and we're all havin' the best time. My, it it's 'most like being in Heaven." She meant it, too, every word. There wasn't an ounce of joy that Ma Gummidge was missin'. "And it's so nice for you to be here in a comfortable apartment, instead of in some big hotel," says Vee. "Henry's notion," says Mrs. Gummidge. "You remember the Whitleys that complained about him?
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