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for breakfast, which I have in bed. Just settle with Gertrude what you would like to do about that. I don't like to give Gertrude the trouble of setting up the dining room for lunch when you and I are alone. If you would bring the tray, we can have our meal at that little table in the window." The slight smile grew mischevious. "That gives me a good excuse to see who is lunching with whom along the street. It's a sop to my conscience, which tells me that it is wrong to watch my neighbors' doings."
"Only if one does it maliciously, I think. I mean, I always feel it's good to be interested in people, and if a person doesn't spread rumors or make up nasty stories, why should it be wrong to watch what goes on? Excuse me, I'll see if the tray is ready."
When Linda returned, not with a tray but with a well-laden tea cart, she found that Mrs. Bates had removed the centerpiece from the table. Linda spread the cloth and set out silver and napkins from the shelf on the cart. Then she put a plate in front of Mrs. Bates. Because the old lady was staring intently into the street, Linda asked, "May I help you to some soup?"
"Just a little, my dear. I wonder who that is Peter is talking to? And what is he doing home at this time of day? Oh, dear, he is pointing at the house. I adore Peter, but I hope he is not coming here for lunch."
Linda turned her head, but her view was blocked by the heavy drape. She placed the plate of soup in front of her employer and filled

 
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