"
Mrs. Peter broke off in some confusion, and tripped out to meet her
husband in the hall.
"It's all right," she whispered to him; "I've explained everything. Don't
say anything more about it."
"Brave little woman," said Peter, with a gasp of relief; "I could never
have done it."
* * * * *
Diplomatic reticence does not necessarily extend to family affairs. Peter
Pigeoncote was never able to understand why Mrs. Consuelo van Bullyon,
who stayed with them in the spring, always carried two very obvious jewel-
cases with her to the bath-room, explaining them to any one she chanced
to meet in the corridor as her manicure and face-massage set.
THE OCCASIONAL GARDEN
"Don't talk to me about town gardens," said Elinor Rapsley; "which means,
of course, that I want you to listen to me for an hour or so while I talk
about nothing else. 'What a nice-sized garden you've got,' people said
to us when we first moved here. What I suppose they meant to say was
what a nice-sized site for a garden we'd got. As a matter of fact, the
size is all against it; it's too large to be ignored altogether and
treated as a yard, and it's too small to keep giraffes in.
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