“ThebarebranchesagainsttheskydoonesomuchGOOD，“Mrs。Sealasserted，lookingoutintotheSquare。
“Butonecan\'tlunchofftrees，Sally，“saidMary。
“IconfessIdon\'tknowhowyoumanageit，MissDatchet，“Mr。Clactonremarked。“Ishouldsleepalltheafternoon，Iknow，ifItookaheavymealinthemiddleoftheday。“
“What\'stheverylatestthinginliterature？“Maryasked，good-
humoredlypointingtotheyellow-coveredvolumebeneathMr。Clacton\'sarm，forheinvariablyreadsomenewFrenchauthoratlunch-time，orsqueezedinavisittoapicturegallery，balancinghissocialworkwithanardentcultureofwhichhewassecretlyproud，asMaryhadverysoondivined。