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“Are this not my outside day?” I repeat for slight peev of tone.

“Be less impertinent in your impudence,” she snagger while walking.

I remain where was that afternoon. Yet my soul became so sogged he nearly dropped out. At 2 p.m. while I was chopping up detestable chicken for salad-feed, my Cousin Nogi make smiling knock-knock to kitchen door.

“When shall you get out?” he require with fashionable derby.

“I am hopelessly sentenced for life,” I reply spirally. “Set down in chairs and enjoy my imprisonment.”

Ring-door occur so I must lay aside my apron and other sorrows while opening knob for assorted fat ladies. When I go back to kitchen and commence explaining indignation in Japanese to Cousin Nogi, then Mrs. Hoke poke her features in door.

“Who that?” she require hashly, making points to Nogi.

“My affectionate cousin Nogi,” I corrode.

“You are not permitted to amuse cousins while working,” she snib. “Howeverly, Nogi may remain if he help pass salad to Daughters of Samantha.”

Loudly crash heard when Nogi was escaping through window.