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joke." She frowned.
"My mother never told a joke in her life," groaned
Arthur, his head in his hands.
"Well. Beanie has...surprised me," said Mrs. Ernest
Ransom.
By 11:40 the last guests were leaving the Ransoms'
dinner party. An hour earlier the ancient Bredforets had
been reclaimed by a sharp rap at the door from their
equally ancient and irascible chauffeur:
"Already haf-pass they bedtime this minute, Mistuh
Ransom," the tiny old man had shouted down the hall,
ignoring Wanda, who attempted to block his path.
"Stop embarrassing me, talking like that," yelled his
employer.
"Everybody already knows you're black."
"Thank you for a lovely evening. Pay no attention to
either of them." Mrs. Bredforet had smiled sweetly.
Now the others were gently ushered out by their
host. Ransom was particularly helpful to the lethargic
A.A. Hayes, who had slipped into a trance halfway into
his raincoat.