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Dingley's, but he saw no one along the way.
"You see, Ernest, it did not begin to rain until the
sun went down. Elijah Dingley must be quite a friend of
our Lord's. They say it has never rained once on his
day in a hundred years." Father Highwick had decided
on this opening observation as the Ransoms' maid,
Wanda Tojek, took his raincoat. He delivered the
remark first to her, then to his host, who, inserting a
gold cufflink, had come immediately downstairs to greet
the rector in the off-mauve living room.
"Yes, Otto lost faith this afternoon because of those
clouds, but I guess heaven stays on our side. A little
humid on the back nine, that's all." With this reply,
Ransom took Highwick's hand and shook it in
welcome, though they saw each other nearly every day.
The evening's party was given, according to Priss
Ransom's handwritten invitations, to toast the fact that
there was a Dingley Falls in existence for them to have
the party in. "Join us for flounder on Founder's Day,"
she'd said. Today was the day formally established in
Dingley Falls during the Gilded Age to commemorate
the fact that on May 31, 1676, Elijah Dingley (sick of