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machine gun for?"
"Oh, not for the world. I'm scared to death what
he'll do when he finds out I was in his room on the
wrong day. Oh, no, I didn't ask him. He would have
snapped my head off for sure."
The social circle of Dingley Falls was named
Elizabeth, and on it lived, clockwise, the Abernathys,
Mrs. Troyes, the Ransoms, Dr. Scaper, Ramona
Dingley, and Mrs. Canopy, each with a few acres'
privacy. All the houses had their birth dates
discreetly displayed near their doors. Unlike the rest of
them, Ramona Dingley's home was not an eighteenthcentury
one. It was Victorian, a festooned wedding
cake of a house that had in fact been a wedding gift. It
was frosted with gables, gambrels, a mansard roof, and
a widow's walk. It was a scrolled and gewgawed
hobby-house personally designed by Ramona's
grandfather, Charles Bradford Dingley III, when, to the
horror of his neighbors, he had wantonly torn down the
perfectly good Federalist house of his forebears to
replace it with this Taj Mahal for his Irish bride. "Waste