The Ladies' home journal . Letty had once asked, should I pay goodmoney for wormholes and dry ret? Letty knew thegoodness of money. She had once ached and yearnedfor it. Over the handsome Adam fireplaces which werean original part of the house were huge French mirrorsin elaborate gilt frames. There were oil paintings towhich Mauds eye was drawn again and again with some-thing of the painful fascination with which the eye isdrawn to some abnormality, or to the body of a deadanimal in the road. These, Maud thought, had doubtlesscome from the art department of the same large was of wool
The Ladies' home journal . Letty had once asked, should I pay goodmoney for wormholes and dry ret? Letty knew thegoodness of money. She had once ached and yearnedfor it. Over the handsome Adam fireplaces which werean original part of the house were huge French mirrorsin elaborate gilt frames. There were oil paintings towhich Mauds eye was drawn again and again with some-thing of the painful fascination with which the eye isdrawn to some abnormality, or to the body of a deadanimal in the road. These, Maud thought, had doubtlesscome from the art department of the same large was of woolly Highland cattle surrounded by mistsand woolly heather, another a blatant garden scene loudwith delphiniums, lupines and crimson ramblers. AndMaud asked herself, not for the first time. Well, whyshouldnt Letty like what she likes? And to that there wasno answer. She let her mind run back to her first meeting withLetty Parrish in the Bois de Boulogne in Paris in thespring of 1914. Mrs. Parrish, her pretty, long-sufYering. mother, had been in the habit of taking the eleven-year-old Letty into the Bois every moi ning, for the child lovedto ride on the roundabouts and catch rings on a stick,winning prizes of sugar candy. Maud, twenty-one andold for her years even then, had stood watching one dayat her mothers side, half wishing she were young enoughto take a turn. They saw Letty get down when the musicstopped, present her rings and receive her prize. The daybeing warm, she was coatless and hatless and her lightbrown hair hung down her back. She had evidently beenaware of their interest, for she came up to them and said,holding her stick of candy, Eve seen you here English and my names Letty Parrish. Youre Amer-ican, arent you? She spoke without a trace of shyness,and led them purposefully to where her mother sat read-ing under a chestnut tree. A few days later the Cotterswent to lunch with the Parrishes in their small flat in thelie de la Cite, and a friendship was thus
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