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“For the music?” Hyacinth queried, perhaps a little too politely

Lady Danbury turned back to Hyacinth, her face creasing into what ht have been a serton”

“I’ve always liked you, too,” Hyacinth replied

“I expect it is because you come and read to me from time to time,” Lady Danbury said

“Every week,” Hyacinth reminded her

“Time to time, every week…pfft” Lady Danbury’s hand cut a dish the air “It’s all the sa it a daily endeavor”

Hyacinth judged it best not to speak Lady D would surely find some way to twist her words into a promise to visit every afternoon

“And I ht add,” Lady D said with a sniff, “that you werefrom a cliff”

“What are you reading?” Penelope asked

“Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron,” Hyacinth replied “And she wasn’t hanging Yet”

“Did you read ahead?” Lady D demanded

“No,” Hyacinth said with a roll of her eyes “But it’s not difficult to forecast Miss Butterworth has already hung fro and a tree”

“And she’s still living?” Penelope asked

“I said hung, not hanged,” Hyacinth muttered “More’s the pity”

“Regardless,” Lady Danbury cut in, “it was ”