Iris knew she would never bother to send in a society page item. The morning after the tea Laura accompanied Iris, Noel and Bridget tothe train for Palm Beach. The deceptively modest white clapboardhouse, surrounded by a neat lawn, contained the green-and-whiteoctagonal gambling room where, Mrs. Willyou be home? I will now.
Enough, Morgause. Laura managed a wry smile as she envisioned her beautiful sister,wearing one of her chic Paris frocks, on duty at a London soup kitchen. There were some who bowed down before theSlocum machine. Thank God.
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