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I fancy he feels their
mother's neglect of them."
"I'm sure I gave her credit for having none," said Rosamond.
"Ah!" said Jenny, "you should have heard her condolences with my
sister Mary on her last infliction. Fancy Mary's face!"
"No doubt it was to stem a torrent of nursery discussions," said
Cecil. "Such bad taste!"
"Which?" murmured Rosamond under her breath, with an arched eyebrow.
"Plain enough," said Frank: "if a woman is a woman, the bad taste
is to be ashamed of it."
"Yes," said Cecil, "that is the way with men; they would fain keep
us down to the level of the nursery."
"I thought nurseries were usually at the top of the house."
"Perhaps," said Mrs. Poynsett, disregarding this mischievous
suggestion, "they mean that organization, like charity, should begin
at home."
"You say that meaningly," said Rosamond. "I have heard very odd
stories of domestic affairs at Aucuba Villa, and that she can't get
a servant to stay there."
"That man, Alexander, has always been there," said Frank.
"Yes; but he has occasionally to do all the work of the house.


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