Stanley?”
“I’ve fallen out with my father. At the door to the kitchen, he
called out, ‘Pottiswick!’
The old man came out, shoving his chin in the air and glaring. Taking advantage of his embarrassed
position, Jonathan and his assistant rushed upon him, and disarmed him. It occurred to her that it was absurd and wrong to be so continuously
thinking of one engrossing topic, and she made a strenuous effort to force her
mind to other questions. Once a week, every
Saturday, they had a little gathering from nine till the small hours, just talk and
perhaps reading aloud and fruitarian refreshments—chestnut sandwiches
buttered with nut tose, and so forth—and lemonade and unfermented wine; and
to one of these symposia Miss Miniver after a good deal of preliminary
solicitude, conducted Ann Veronica. —Providence, I mean—HAS arranged it so that
men will keep you, more or less. This was irregular.
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