The Garden Party, and Other Stories

h the door in her usual fashion, as though sh

led?" asked t

antia were quite bewildered for the

e?" asked Josephine, tryin

a loud sni

o understand, Kate? There are a great many things in this world you know, which are fried or boiled."

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bounced back, leaving their door open

pale hair. She got up. She said in a very lofty, imposing way, "Do you mind following me in

wing-room they retired when

ery grand. She might have been receiving Constantia for the first time. And Co

sephine, bending forward, "whe

uestion," agre

phine firmly, "we must com

ght begin going over all the other times, but s

tia looked up quickly. "I mean," went on Josephine, "we're not dependent on

stantia. "Father certainly doesn't w

harply, "You're not

" Constantia

. "What it comes to is, if we did"-and this she barely breathed, glancing at the

p smiling. The idea was so exciting. She clas

Jug, lofty again. "And, besides,

id Constantia, "they are co

phine. But she tore herself away from this fasc

ow, however, is whether we

k. Her flat little la

hat just on this one subject I've nev