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“I wouldn’t doubt”

“His eyes are blue” She looked at the ceiling

He could find nothing at all on the ceiling to look at

She kept looking, as she danced, at the ceiling as he ca up, but there wasn’t a rain spot or a settling crack there, and he sighed, “Marianne”

“And we ate lobster at that river café”

“Lobster I know, but we don’t want you breaking down, getting weak One day, tomorrow, you must stay home and help your Aunt Math make her doilies—”

“Yes, sir” She dreas out

“Did you hear me?” he demanded

“Yes,” she whispered “Yes,” her eyes shut “Oh, yes, yes” Her skirts whished around “Uncle,” she said, her head back, lolling

“You’ll help your aunt with her doilies?” he cried

“—with her doilies,” she murmured

“There!” He sat down in the kitchen, plucking up the paper “I guess I told her!”

BUT, NEXT e of his bed when he heard the hot-rod’s thunderous er two seconds in the dining rooh to consider whether she should be sick, and then the sla down the street, two people singing off-key in it

Father put his head in his hands “Doilies,” he said

“What?” said mother