Approaching the ground with one’s front door at a thirty-degree angle is rather more excitement than one likes for an afternoon. It will be a chance to give Pleasance a refresher course on the flight incantation’s last stanza. We shall fly the house down this afternoon. Mayfair is becoming altogether too rowdy. “I thought a change of scenery might do us good. “You might go to the library, and afterward get a bun from Sally Lunn’s.” “Perhaps tomorrow the weather will be better fit for some perambulation,” she said. She decided, however, to take pity on the girl, having herself once been as high-spirited. After all, one does not want to encourage the younger generation too much, lest they lose sight of their proper place: under one’s thumb. It was a satisfactory end to the matter, and she could have left it there. “Yes, you’re right,” Cecilia said, pulling herself together. “If it’s Thursday,” she elaborated, “luncheon will be lamb, with mint sauce and boiled potatoes.” Cecilia blinked, her eyes darkening to a wistful orphan blue. “Lamb,” she said with an effort at gentleness.
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