. The Ladies' home journal. s; George, because he and Malonyhad worked hard putting up the shelves, andNadine, because she was living in a queer,exhausted, detached state, her chief emotiona quite unreasonable hatred of woods. It was on the day when a telephone mes-sage had summoned Lucilla, Margaret andHilary to come and inspect the latest dis-covery, a green toad with a jewel in his head,sitting on a mossy stone, that Hilary decidedto call on Malony and Annie-Laurie in theirnew establishment. It was, he knew, theirhalf day. but he hoped the business of set-tling in would have kept them from
. The Ladies' home journal. s; George, because he and Malonyhad worked hard putting up the shelves, andNadine, because she was living in a queer,exhausted, detached state, her chief emotiona quite unreasonable hatred of woods. It was on the day when a telephone mes-sage had summoned Lucilla, Margaret andHilary to come and inspect the latest dis-covery, a green toad with a jewel in his head,sitting on a mossy stone, that Hilary decidedto call on Malony and Annie-Laurie in theirnew establishment. It was, he knew, theirhalf day. but he hoped the business of set-tling in would have kept them from going out. He quietlv absented himself from the com-pany in the chapel and hobbled down theturret stairs to the kitchen. The Mongrel,although he was feeling his age todaywheezed down the stairs after Hilary. Jillwas in the kitchen ironing, with the twins ina couple of large cardboard boxes under thetable. Hilary smiled at her. Ironing, he said, sniffing smell in the world, barring friedsausages— In. the Spring of 47 Moms cleaning was a chore.
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