POSTERN OF FATE Agatha Christie

'Well, that's very kind of you, I'm sure, Mrs Beresford. Of course we do
have some very good ones, given to us you know. Special editions for
children nowadays. One does feel it's a pity they should have to read
all those old-fashioned books.'
'Oh, do you think so?' said Tuppence. 'I loved the books that I had as a
child. Some of them,' she said, 'had been my grandmother's when she
was a child. I believe I liked those best of all. I shall never forget
reading Treasure Island, and Mrs Molesworth's Four Winds Farm and
some of Stanley Weyman's.'
She looked round her enquiringly - then, resigning herself, she looked
at her wrist-watch, exclaimed at finding how late it was and took her
leave.
Tuppence, having got home, put the car away in the garage and
walked round the house to the front door. The door was open, so she
walked in. Albert then came from the back premises and bowed to
greet her.
'Like some tea, madam? You must be very tired.'
'I don't think so,' said Tuppence. 'I've had tea. They gave me tea down
at the Institute. Quite good cake, but very nasty buns.'
'Buns is difficult. Buns is nearly as difficult as doughnuts. Ah,' he
sighed. 'Lovely doughnuts Amy used to make.'
'I know. Nobody's were like them,' said Tuppence.