Unleavened Bread by Robert Grant
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one afternoon and was ushered in, thereby bridging over summarily the
yawning chasm which may continue to exist for an indefinite period between families in the same block who are waiting to be introduced. "I said to my husband last night, Mrs. Littleton, that it was ridiculous for us to be living side by side without knowing one another, and that I was going to call. We moved in three weeks before you, so I'm the one who ought to break the ice. Otherwise we might have stared at each other blankly for three months, looked at each other sheepishly out of the corner of our eyes for another three, half bowed for six months, and finally, perhaps, reached the stage where we are now. Neighbors should be neighborly, don't you think so?" "Indeed I do. Of course I knew you by sight; and I felt I should like to make your acquaintance." Selma spoke with enthusiasm. Here was some one whose social deftness was no less marked than Mrs. Hallett Taylor's, and, to her mind, more brilliant, yet whom she felt at once to be congenial. Though she perceived that her neighbor's clothes made her own apparel seem dull, and was accordingly disposed to be on her guard, she realized instinctively that she was attracted by the visitor. "That is very nice of you," said Flossy. "I told my husband--Gregory--the other day that I was sure you were something literary--I mean Mr. Littleton, of course--and when he found out that he was I said we must certainly cultivate you as an antidote to the banking business. Gregory's a banker. It must be delightful to plan houses. This room is so pretty and tasteful." "It isn't wholly furnished yet. We are buying things by degrees, as we find pieces which we like." |
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