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“
Nor
I
,
”
exclaimed
Julian
Lambert
,
who
posed
as
an
epicure
.
“
I
can
tell
to
an
hour
just
how
long
asparagus
has
been
picked
.
”
“
Fancy
eating
ordinary
market
asparagus
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Gerard
,
“
that
has
been
fingered
by
Heaven
knows
how
many
hands
.
”
“
Mammy
,
mammy
,
wake
up
,
”
cried
Hilda
,
trying
to
push
open
Mrs
.
Hooven
’
s
eyelids
,
at
last
closed
.
“
Mammy
,
don
’
t
.
You
’
re
just
trying
to
frighten
me
.
”
Feebly
Hilda
shook
her
by
the
shoulder
.
At
last
Mrs
.
Hooven
’
s
lips
stirred
.
Putting
her
head
down
,
Hilda
distinguished
the
whispered
words
:
“
I
’
m
sick
.
Go
to
schleep
.
.
.
.
Sick
.
.
.
.
Noddings
to
eat
.
”
The
dessert
was
a
wonderful
preparation
of
alternate
layers
of
biscuit
glaces
,
ice
cream
,
and
candied
chestnuts
.
“
Delicious
,
is
it
not
?
”
observed
Julian
Lambert
,
partly
to
himself
,
partly
to
Miss
Cedarquist
.
“
This
Moscovite
fouette
—
upon
my
word
,
I
have
never
tasted
its
equal
.
”
“
And
you
should
know
,
shouldn
’
t
you
?
”
returned
the
young
lady
.
“
Mammy
,
mammy
,
wake
up
,
”
cried
Hilda
“
Don
’
t
sleep
so
.
I
’
m
frightenedt
.
”
