. The Ladies' home journal. d the idea. Shetried to suppress her anger, hoping desper-ately that George, the children, and theHerb of Grace would at least keep her frombeing sorry. JNo, she was not sorry, Nadine decided fivemonths later, as she sat working at herhousekeeping books in her upstairs sittingroom. It was a lovely little room, furnishedwith Nadines eighteenth-century escritoire,a Sheraton chair with a tapestry seat, a com-fortable little armchair and a corner cup-board with glass doors holding precious bitsof china. The powder-blue curtains framed a viewthat in the past five months
. The Ladies' home journal. d the idea. Shetried to suppress her anger, hoping desper-ately that George, the children, and theHerb of Grace would at least keep her frombeing sorry. JNo, she was not sorry, Nadine decided fivemonths later, as she sat working at herhousekeeping books in her upstairs sittingroom. It was a lovely little room, furnishedwith Nadines eighteenth-century escritoire,a Sheraton chair with a tapestry seat, a com-fortable little armchair and a corner cup-board with glass doors holding precious bitsof china. The powder-blue curtains framed a viewthat in the past five months had mysteri-ously become part of Nadines very laid down her pen, propped her chin inher hands, and feasted upon it. Below her,the strip of garden that stretched from thehouse to the river wall was a blaze of color:purple and white Michaelmas daisies, scarletdahlias and early yellow river was blue, and almost as stilltoday as the tawny (Continued on Page 82) * Copyright, 1948, By Elizabeth Gouilge.
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