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Tarkington, Booth, 1869-1946

"The Turmoil, a novel"

It was gorgeous and deafening
and tee-total. We could have lived a year on it. I'm not good at
figures, but I calculated that if we lived six months on poor old
Charlie and Ned and the station-wagon and the Victoria, we could
manage at least twice as long on the cost of the 'house-warming.'
I think the orchids alone would have lasted us a couple of months.
There they were, before me, but I couldn't steal 'em and sell 'em,
and so--well, so I did what I could!"
She leaned back and laughed reassuringly to her troubled mother.
"It seemed to be a success--what I could," she said, clasping her
hands behind her neck and stirring the rocker to motion as a rhythmic
accompaniment to her narrative. "The girl Edith and her sister-in-
law, Mrs. Roscoe Sheridan, were too anxious about the effect of things
on me. The father's worth a bushel of both of them, if they knew it.
He's what he is. I like him." She paused reflectively, continuing,
"Edith's 'interested' in that Lamhorn boy; he's good-looking and not
stupid, but I think he's--" She interrupted herself with a cheery
outcry: "Oh! I mustn't be calling him names! If he's trying to make
Edith like him, I ought to respect him as a colleague.


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