“Whither away?” he said, very distinctly in a curiously wheedling voice. When they were going home she asked her mother why she and Gwen and Alice had cried. A dresser, a washstand, and a clothes press. Three a week is my allowance, and, if I get short ones, four. "That's your hunting ground," said the doctor. His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life. Papa doesn't even care, but he just goes along with whatever my Mom says. The gardens were tidy and geometric, each avenue with a different purpose: flowers for cutting, herbs, brightly colored vegetables.
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