The Garden Party, and Other Stories

m to go through his things. They had discussed it quite calmly. It was even down on Josephine's list of things to be don

e you rea

g-when y

we'd better

morning, whatever happened. And now they were going to open the door without knocking

," she gasped, pu

ad said on those occasions, "No, Jug

o for the world-what she kept for her very last weapon, "But you're the talle

the doorhandle and doing her best to tu

w that if it was it was holding itself tight shut; Constantia felt that, like the doors in dreams, it hadn't any handle at all. It was the coldness which made it so awful. Or the whiteness-which? Everything was covered. The blinds were down, a cloth hung over the mirror, a sheet hid the bed; a

up a blind," said

a good idea," wh

ew after, rolling round the blind-stick, and the little tassel t

hink we might put it off for

that she knew for certain that Constantia was terrified. "I

as whispering," wh

said Josephine, raising her voice almost

said poor Connie. "At a

She took a wide swerve over to the chest of drawer

eeled round and leaned with her

Jug-w

n to Constantia that father was in the chest of drawers? He was in the top drawer with his handkerchiefs and neckties, or in the next with hi

at Constantia, just as she used to in

en," she ne

tly. "It's much better not to. Don't let's op

o weak," said Josep

locked writing-table-so safe-to the huge glittering wardrobe, and she began to breathe in a queer, panting away. "Why shouldn't we

wardrobe, turned the key, and took it out of the lock. Took it out of the lock and held it up to Josephine, showing Josephine

the contrary, she would have thought it the only suitable thing to happen. But nothing happened. Only the room seem

s smile, and Josephine followed just as she had that last