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who seemed to care for so little, was more in need of
Tracy, than she of Priss. Well then, what was there to
do but move the mountain over to Mrs. Ransom? Mrs.
Canopy decided to go up and speak to her friend
tomorrow after church, seeking her out, but matter-offactly,
so as not to embarrass her. A neutral topic. Well,
she would think of one. Then from England she'd write
(as she always did—quatrains on postcards: "Wish you
were here in Windermere /Except the rotten weather's
dreary. / Beanie climbed mountains, while I, I fear, /
Soon quit because I'd gotten weary. Love, Tracy").
Then when she returned to Dingley Falls, life
between them would take up its old dance, discord
forgotten though not formally forgiven.
Tracy would call to inquire about Ramona once
more, then she really should get to bed. There were a
million and one things she needed to do before Tuesday
when her trip with Beanie would begin.
Not that she held out much hope that this excursion
to the Lake District would save the Abernathy
marriage, though it should help temporarily to save its
face. For people could be snide. Well, Beanie was