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he played the piano. "My clock radio, electric coffeepot
(and coffee), pocket calculator, some personal
garments, a great many toilet articles, several record
albums, two assorted packs of cereals, and a rather
valuable diamond brooch that belonged to Great Aunt
Dixwell. I searched everywhere. All missing."
"Like Beanie," sighed Evelyn Troyes. "C'est
dommage."
"I can't imagine," Mrs. Canopy continued, "how the
burglar managed to break in without disturbing a single
lock."
"What I can't imagine, Tracy," scoffed the cynical
Priss, "is how that Babahaba of yours is planning to slip
through Lebanese Customs with half your household
belongings in her duffel bag."
"Oh, for heaven's sake, Priss, Babaha didn't take
them. She's not a thief. She's an artist."
"Ha!" her friend concluded. "Asparagus, Walter?"
"Has your exchange student left us then?" asked
Father Highwick as he wistfully watched the wine bottle
sit near his host across the wide table. "Tracy," the
rector explained with inebriated liveliness to Mrs. A.A.