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Lucy gave the horizon a long look, but offered no comment.
Chapter XVI
"Aunt Fanny doesn't look much better," George said to his mother, a few
minutes after their arrival, on the night they got home. He stood
with a towel in her doorway, concluding some sketchy ablutions before
going downstairs to a supper which Fanny was hastily preparing for
them. Isabel had not telegraphed; Fanny was taken by surprise when
they drove up in a station cab at eleven o'clock; and George instantly
demanded "a little decent food." (Some criticisms of his had publicly
disturbed the composure of the dining-car steward four hours
previously.) "I never saw anybody take things so hard as she seems
to," he observed, his voice muffled by the towel. "Doesn't she get
over it at all? I thought she'd feel better when we turned over the
insurance to her--gave it to her absolutely, without any strings to
it. She looks about a thousand years old!"
"She looks quite girlish, sometimes, though," his mother said.
"Has she looked that way much since father--"
"Not so much," Isabel said thoughtfully.
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