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Tarkington, Booth, 1869-1946

"The Turmoil, a novel"

This is right. We're going straight home."
"But we've passed the corner. We always turned--"
"Good gracious!" she cried. "Didn't you know we'd moved? Didn't
you know we were in the New House?"
"Why, no!" said Bibbs. "Are you?"
"We've been there a month! Good gracious! Didn't you know--" She
broke off, flushing again, and then went on hastily: "Of course,
mamma's never been so busy in her life; we ALL haven't had time to do
anything but keep on the hop. Mamma couldn't even come to the station
to-day. Papa's got some of his business friends and people from
around the OLD-house neighborhood coming to-night for a big dinner
and 'house-warming'--dreadful kind of people--but mamma's got it all
on her hands. She's never sat down a MINUTE; and if she did, papa
would have her up again before--"
"Of course," said Bibbs. "Do you like the new place, Edith?"
"I don't like some of the things father WOULD have in it, but it's
the finest house in town, and that ought to be good enough for me!
Papa bought one thing I like--a view of the Bay of Naples in oil
that's perfectly beautiful; it's the first thing you see as you come
in the front hall, and it's eleven feet long.


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