Manchurian Books

I wanted to die.
When they had all gone home it seemed like a bad dream, the
whole thing. It could not be true. I went upstairs and manacured
my nails, which usually comforts me, and put my hair up like
Leila's.
But nothing could calm me. I had made my own Fate, and must
lie in it. And just then Hannah slipped in with a box in her
hands and her eyes frightened.
"Oh, Miss Barbara!" she said. "If your mother sees this!"
I dropped my manacure scizzors, I was so alarmed. But I
opened the box, and clutched the envelope inside. It said "from
H----." Then Carter was right. There was an H after all!
Hannah was rolling her hands in her apron and her eyes were
poping out of her head.
"I just happened to see the boy at the door," she said,
with her silly teeth chattering. "Oh, Miss Barbara, if Patrick
had answered the bell! What shall we do with them?"
"You take them right down the back stairs," I said. "As if
it was an empty box. And put it outside with the waist papers.
Quick."
She gathered the thing up, but of course mother had to come
in just then and they met in the doorway.


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