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“
Mammy
,
”
she
said
,
“
I
’
m
eating
those
leaf
.
Is
those
good
?
”
Her
mother
did
not
reply
.
“
You
going
to
sleep
,
Mammy
?
”
inquired
Hilda
,
touching
her
face
.
Mrs
.
Hooven
roused
herself
a
little
.
“
Hey
?
Vat
you
say
?
Asleep
?
Yais
,
I
guess
I
wass
asleep
.
”
Her
voice
trailed
unintelligibly
to
silence
again
.
She
was
not
,
however
,
asleep
.
Her
eyes
were
open
.
A
grateful
numbness
had
begun
to
creep
over
her
,
a
pleasing
semi
-
insensibility
.
She
no
longer
felt
the
pain
and
cramps
of
her
stomach
,
even
the
hunger
was
ceasing
to
bite
.
“
These
stuffed
artichokes
are
delicious
,
Mrs
.
Gerard
,
”
murmured
young
Lambert
,
wiping
his
lips
with
a
corner
of
his
napkin
.
“
Pardon
me
for
mentioning
it
,
but
your
dinner
must
be
my
excuse
.
”
“
And
this
asparagus
—
since
Mr
.
Lambert
has
set
the
bad
example
,
”
observed
Mrs
.
Cedarquist
,
“
so
delicate
,
such
an
exquisite
flavour
.
How
do
you
manage
?
”
“
We
get
all
our
asparagus
from
the
southern
part
of
the
State
,
from
one
particular
ranch
,
”
explained
Mrs
.
Gerard
.
“
We
order
it
by
wire
and
get
it
only
twenty
hours
after
cutting
.
My
husband
sees
to
it
that
it
is
put
on
a
special
train
.
It
stops
at
this
ranch
just
to
take
on
our
asparagus
.
Extravagant
,
isn
’
t
it
,
but
I
simply
cannot
eat
asparagus
that
has
been
cut
more
than
a
day
.
”
