Notes - (VERSO)
1924 33
“As if there was going to be a funeral in the house,“ sniffed Peggy.
Peggy and I were up in the south-west room at dusk that evening, piecing a quilt when we heard Mr. Malcolm MacPherson shouting out in the hall below to know if anyone was home. I ran out to the landing, but as I did so Aunt Olivia came out of her room, brushed past me, and flitted downstairs.
“Mr. MacPherson,“ I heard her say, with double-distilled primness, “will you please come into the parlor? I have something to say to you.“
They went in, and I retired to the southwest room.
TEXT ANNOTATION
From "Aunt Olivia's Beau."