"She's named it to me several times--about
having her photograph taken, and last week I let her go. I told
you, didn't I? I always consider her in every way, all her little
fancies and everything. And the copies came to-day. I wouldn't
hurt her feelings for anything. You may be sure she'll take a look
into the album next time she cleans the room."
Constance and Lily exchanged a glance agreeing that Constance had
affably stretched a point in deciding to put the photograph of a
servant between the same covers with photographs of her family and
friends. It was doubtful whether such a thing had ever been done
before.
One photograph usually leads to another, and one photograph album
to another photograph album.
"Pass me that album on the second shelf of the Canterbury; my
dear," said Constance.
Lily rose vivaciously, as though to see the album on the second
shelf of the Canterbury had been the ambition of her life.
They sat side by side at the table, Lily turning over the pages.
Constance, for all her vast bulk, continually made little nervous
movements. Occasionally she would sniff and occasionally a
mysterious noise would occur in her chest; she always pretended
that this noise was a cough, and would support the pretence by
emitting a real cough immediately after it.
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