The Garden Party, and Other Stories

re back in the dining-room. They sat dow

osephine, "until I've had something. Do you thi

ntia carefully. She was quite normal again. "I won

own into a chair. "Tell her, just tw

?" said Constantia, as though Kate might v

. She can pour it direct out of the kettle," cried Jo

d her small red hands round the cup; Constantia sat up and blew

Benny," sai

mentioned Constantia immedi

of father's, of course. But it's so dif

nstuck so on the voyag

e sharply. "You know ther

ut there was something blind and tireless about Constantia's tall, thin fellow, which made him, she decided, a very unpleasant person indeed... On the veranda, dressed all in white and wearing a cork helmet, stood Benny. His

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ked up; she se

trust a gold wa

en thought for a moment of hiding the watch in a narrow cardboard corset-box that she'd kept by her for a long time, waiting for it to come in for something. It was such beautiful, firm cardboard. But, no,

Constantia, who was still thinking of the native love of jewellery. "At l