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"I don't know much news," Miss Ferney said, plucking at the fingers of
her cotton gloves. "I been sewing up to the Sequins' all week."
"Mercy! How grand we are getting!"
"Just hemming table clothes and napkins. I can't say I think much of
their new place. It's kind of skimpy."
"Why, Miss Ferney! It is the biggest house I was even in!"
"I ain't talking 'bout the size. I'm talking 'bout the fixings. There
ain't a single carpet that fits the floor by two feet, and the
wallpaper's patched in every room but one. As for the dining-room!
Well, I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own
eyes! They haven't got a picture, or a tidy, or a curtain, or a
lamberkin, of any kind. 'Spose I oughtn't to tell it on 'em, but the
day I was there they didn't even have a tablecloth!"
Miss Lady laughed in spite of herself, and Bertie heard her and got
out of bed to call over the banisters that if they were telling jokes
to please come up there.
"You know that young man that used to be out to the Wickers'?" asked
Miss Ferney on the way up. "Well, he's Mrs. Sequin's brother. He's
giving 'em considerable trouble."
"How do you mean?"
"They want him to go 'way somewheres, and he won't do it.
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