The train chugged northward past endless red-clay fields of newlyplanted cotton, past orchards where workers picked the first peaches ofthe season. Sunlight infiltrated the tall, narrow,lace-panelled windows of Laura's formal dining-room, where family andclose friends had gathered for the traditional midafternoon dinner. You'll know I'm happy. He'd relished theatmosphere of intellectual excitement that seemed to infect everyone.
Laura proddedIris down the stairs. Iris was spending a week at a house party on some yacht anchored at Bar Harbor, but before flyinghome Mom had arranged for them to stay at the house tonight. Fink sighed slightly and pushed back her chair. Edwina had been appointed Iris's personal maid at their arrival inLondon.
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