Page 31 (1/1)

"Wait right there," she said "I’ll be back"

She went into the kitchen, found a wicker picnic hamper in the pantry, and filled it with cheese, roast beef, bread, fruit, and a bottle of white wine

She thought the troll one when, she returned, but it remained at the

When she opened the porch door and stepped outside, the troll took fright and scampered across the lawn It didn’t run away, but stopped to watch her from a distance

She put down the hamper, returned to the porch, sat as before, and refreshed her glass of cognac

Hesitantly at first, then with sudden boldness, the creature went to the hamper and lifted the lid

When it understood the nature of the offering, it picked up the ha into the night

The perfect hostess does not gossip about a guest She never fails to keep secrets and honor confidences

The perfect hostess is creative, patient, and has a long memory--as does a ife