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party that evening. They would be putting on the dog a bitlong dresses and dinner jacketsin honor of Mrs. Paxton. It was a "thank you" party, and Linda had given considerable time and thought to the menu and the table decorations. Here, Mrs. Sotheby had unexpectedly come into her own. Linda, like most modern, city-bred women, knew nothing about flower arrangement. She had mentioned the fact to General Barthemeles. |
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"Yes," he agreed, smiling reminiscently, "schools don't bother with those amenities any more. My wife had a fine hand with flowers." |
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"Well, I don't. Do you think I should see whether there is a florist in town who will send up arrangements or a man to do them with our flowers?" |
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"I doubt . . . Wait, now, why don't you ask Harriet? I know she does flowers quite well. Never mind. I'll tell her to do them." |
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There was so much pride and possessiveness in his voice that Linda didn't protest the fact that he would be giving Mrs. Sotheby orders. In fact, his attitude strengthed Linda's notion about his relationship with Donald and Rose-Anne's mother. Somewhat later, she saw them together in the garden, Mrs. Sotheby with a basket and the general obediently clipping what she pointed out. And when Linda came out of Mrs. Bates's sitting room, where she had been getting final approval of her arrangements for the evening, they were still together. The |
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