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ing functional instead of social. She collected the discarded narcissi from the wash-basin and meekly put them back into a vase. The Midget being meek was the most beautiful sight that had gladdened Grant's eyes for a long time.
'Well,' Marta said, having finished her arrangement of the lilac and placed the result where he could see it, 'I shall leave Mrs. Tinker to feed you all the titbits out of those paper bags. It couldn't be, could it, Mrs. Tinker darling, that one of those bags contains any of your wonderful bachelor's buttons?'
Mrs. Tinker glowed.
'You'd like one or two maybe? Fresh outa me over?'
'Well, of course I shall have to do penance for it afterwards - those little rich cakes are death on the waist - but just give me a couple to put in my bag for my tea at the theatre.'
She chose two with a flattering deliberation ('I like them a little brown at the edges'), dropped them into her handbag, and said:' Well, au revoir, Alan. I shall look in, in a day or two, and start you on a sock. There is nothing so soothing, I understand, as knitting. Isn't that so, nurse?'
'Oh, yes. Yes, indeed. A lot of my gentlemen patients take to knitting. They find it whiles away the time very nicely.'
Marta
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