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No doubt we did look queer, still in parts of our evening clothes and I in the white silk and lace petticoat that belonged under my gown, with a yellow and black pajama coat of Jimmy's as a sort of breakfast jacket. "This is Officer Flannigan," Mr. Harbison said. "I explained our unfortunate position earlier in the morning, and he is prepared to accept our hospitality.
"You wretch!" she said ungratefully, after she had yawned. "Do you know what time it is? And that " Then she saw Mr. Harbison and sat staring at him. "This is Mr. Harbison," I said to her hastily. "He he came with Anne and Dal and he is shut in, too."
She's terribly behind the times, ain't she? But, Judy, who was the young man who was so bent on helping you out of the car? You didn't pretend to introduce him." "Mr. Harbison. I have not met him myself yet. I believe he is Mildred Bucknor's special property." The ten old men of the receiving line were drawn up in battle array, in all the glory of their best clothes.
And finally Lollie Mercer got her breath and said, "How perfectly lovely; it's a charade!" And Anne guessed "kitchen" at once. "Kit, you know, and the pans and all that," she said vaguely. At that they all took to guessing! And I sat still, until Mr. Harbison saw the storm in my eyes and came over to me. "Have you hurt your ankle?" he said in an undertone. "Let me help you up."
"And I also hear tell that the Bucknor men were gettin' ready to let poor ol' Miss Ann know that she was due to settle herself in an ol' ladies' home. They were cookin' it up that day they all had dinner here last week." "Yes, and what's more, I hear our Judy gal knocked that Tom Harbison down the hill with a milk bucket," laughed Pete. "I got it straight from Big Josh himself."
Harbison nodded, and leading the way to the floor below, they rejoined the colonel in the sitting-room, where they made themselves as comfortable as possible. The colonel and his nephew talked in subdued tones, principally of the murdered man; they had no desire to exclude their companion from the conversation, but Gilmore displayed no interest in what was said.
My eyes were glued to his as they had been that first evening when he had called me "Mrs. Wilson," and after an instant he looked away, and his face was set and hard. "It seems that we have all been playing a little comedy, Mr. Harbison," Aunt Selina began, nasally sarcastic. "Or rather, you and I have been the audience. The rest have played." "I I don't think I understand," he said slowly.
She finds a grievance and hugs it; she does ridiculous things and blames other people. And she flirts. I went downstairs despondently, and found that Mr. Harbison had discovered some eggs and was standing helplessly staring at them. "Omelet eggs. Eggs omelet. That's the extent of my knowledge," he said, when I entered. "You'll have to come to my assistance." It was then that I saw the cook book.
Of course I could have called them all together and told them, and made them explain to Flannigan what I had really meant by my delirious speech in the kitchen. But that would have meant telling the whole ridiculous story to Mr. Harbison, and having him think us all mad, and me a fool. In all that overcrowded house there was only one place where I could be miserable with comfort.
Who did the Bacchante dance at three benefits last winter and was learning a new one called "Eve"! When they heard Aunt Selina on the second floor, Anne, Dal and Max sneaked up to the studio for cigarettes, which left Mr. Harbison to me. I was in the den, sitting in a low chair by the wood fire when he came in. He hesitated in the doorway.
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