The Garden Party, and Other Stories
re back in the dining-room. They sat dow
osephine, "until I've had something. Do you thi
ntia carefully. She was quite normal again. "I won
own into a chair. "Tell her, just tw
?" said Constantia, as though Kate might v
. She can pour it direct out of the kettle," cried Jo
d her small red hands round the cup; Constantia sat up and blew
Benny," sai
mentioned Constantia immedi
of father's, of course. But it's so dif
nstuck so on the voyag
e sharply. "You know ther
ut there was something blind and tireless about Constantia's tall, thin fellow, which made him, she decided, a very unpleasant person indeed... On the veranda, dressed all in white and wearing a cork helmet, stood Benny. His
d be the most suitable
ked up; she se
trust a gold wa
en thought for a moment of hiding the watch in a narrow cardboard corset-box that she'd kept by her for a long time, waiting for it to come in for something. It was such beautiful, firm cardboard. But, no,
Constantia, who was still thinking of the native love of jewellery. "At l