1 Very little was actually known about her.
2 Batty, she recalled, only talked about Royalty.
3 Bart would crack another joke about Saints, if she gave him the chance.
4 Then she asked about Billy, Mrs. Sands's nephew, apprenticed to the butcher.
5 Indeed he was grateful to her, watching her as she strolled about the room, for continuing.
6 But Mrs. Sands wished they wouldn't come into her kitchen telling stories with the girls about.
7 Then one of the troopers removed part of her clothing, and she screamed and hit him about the face.
8 And she had had two jokes cracked at her already; one about an umbrella; another about superstition.
9 The leaning graceful trees with black bracelets circling the silver bark were distant about a ship's length.
10 Amy was saying something about a feller when Mabel, with her hand on the pram, turned sharply, her sweet swallowed.
11 It was a summer's night and they were talking, in the big room with the windows open to the garden, about the cesspool.
12 Every summer, for seven summers now, Isa had heard the same words; about the hammer and the nails; the pageant and the weather.
13 Isolated on a green island, hedged about with snowdrops, laid with a counterpane of puckered silk, the innocent island floated under her window.
14 A man--I forget his name--a man connected with some Institute, a man who goes about giving advice, gratis, to descendants like ourselves, degenerate descendants, said.
15 Still he did remember--and he was about to tell them what, when there was a sound outside, and Isa, his son's wife, came in with her hair in pigtails; she was wearing a dressing-gown with faded peacocks on it.
16 It took her five seconds in actual time, in mind time ever so much longer, to separate Grace herself, with blue china on a tray, from the leather-covered grunting monster who was about, as the door opened, to demolish a whole tree in the green steaming undergrowth of the primeval forest.
17 This morning that sweetness was: "How cook had told 'im off about the asparagus; how when she rang I said: how it was a sweet costume with blouse to match;" and that was leading to something about a feller as they walked up and down the terrace rolling sweets, trundling the perambulator.'
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