Bab: a Sub-Deb by Mary Roberts Rinehart
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mind, but I replied as sweetly as possable:
"I shall not be in your way, Leila. I ask nothing but Food and Shelter, and that perhaps not for long." "Why? Do you intend to die?" she demanded. "I intend to work," I said. "It's more interesting than dieing, and will be a novelty in this House." Father came in just then, and he said: "I'll not wait to dress, Clara. Hello, children. I'll just change my coller while you ring for the Cocktails." Mother got up and faced him with Magesty. "We are not going to have, any" she said. "Any what?" said father from the doorway. "I have had some fruit juice prepared with a dash of bitters. It is quite nice. And I'll ask you, James, not to explode before the servants. I will explain later." Father has a very nice disposition but I could see that mother's manner got on his Nerves, as it got on mine. Anyhow there was a terific fuss, with Sis playing the Piano so that the servants would not hear, and in the end father had a Cocktail. Mother waited until he had had it, and was quieter, and then she told him about me, and my having a Flask in |
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