'
'Have you ever dreamed that you were being chased up Broadway by a
chimpanzee in evening dress?'
'Never mind, dear, you'll be quite all right again when you have
been living this life down here a little longer.'
Nutty glared balefully at the ceiling.
'What's that darned thing up there on the ceiling? It looks like a
hornet. How on earth do these things get into the house?'
'We ought to have nettings. I am going to pounce on Mr Flack about
that too.'
'Thank goodness this isn't going to last much longer. It's nearly
two weeks since Uncle Ira died. We ought to be hearing from the
lawyers any day now. There might be a letter this morning.'
'Do you think he has left us his money?'
'Do I? Why, what else could he do with it? We are his only
surviving relatives, aren't we? I've had to go through life with a
ghastly name like Nutcombe as a compliment to him, haven't I? I
wrote to him regularly at Christmas and on his birthday, didn't I?
Well, then! I have a feeling there will be a letter from the
lawyers to-day. I wish you would get dressed and go down to the
post-office while I'm fetching that infernal water. I can't think
why the fools haven't cabled. You would have supposed they would
have thought of that.'
Elizabeth returned to her room to dress.
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