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"
What
shall
I
do
with
it
?
"
Fee
asked
,
staring
at
it
and
then
looking
up
t
him
,
eyes
blazing
.
"
Money
,
Paddy
!
Money
at
last
,
do
you
realize
it
?
Oh
,
I
do
n't
care
about
Auntie
Mary
's
thirteen
million
pounds
--
there
's
nothing
real
about
so
much
.
But
this
is
real
!
What
shall
I
do
with
it
?
"
"
Spend
it
,
"
said
Paddy
simply
.
"
A
few
new
clothes
for
the
children
and
yourself
?
And
maybe
there
are
things
you
'd
like
to
buy
for
the
big
house
?
I
ca
n't
think
of
anything
else
we
need
.
"
"
Nor
can
I
,
is
n't
it
silly
?
"
Up
got
Fee
from
the
breakfast
table
,
beckoning
Meggie
imperiously
.
"
Come
on
,
girl
,
we
're
walking
up
to
the
big
house
to
look
at
it
.
"
Though
at
that
time
three
weeks
had
elapsed
,
since
the
frantic
week
following
Mary
Carson
's
death
,
none
of
the
Clearys
had
been
near
the
big
house
.
But
now
Fee
's
visit
more
than
made
up
for
their
previous
reluctance
.
From
one
room
to
another
she
marched
with
Meggie
,
Mrs.
Smith
,
Minnie
and
Cat
in
attendance
,
more
animated
than
a
bewildered
Meggie
had
ever
known
her
.
She
muttered
to
herself
continually
;
this
was
dreadful
,
that
was
an
absolute
horror
,
was
Mary
color-blind
,
did
she
have
no
taste
at
all
?
In
the
drawing
room
Fee
paused
longest
,
eyeing
it
expertly
.
Only
the
reception
room
exceeded
it
in
size
,
for
it
was
forty
feet
long
and
thirty
wide
,
and
had
a
fifteen-foot
ceiling
.
It
was
a
curious
mixture
of
the
best
and
the
worst
in
its
decoration
,
painted
a
uniform
cream
which
had
yellowed
and
did
nothing
to
emphasize
the
magnificent
moldings
on
the
ceiling
or
the
carved
paneling
on
the
walls
.
The
enormous
floor-to-ceiling
windows
that
marched
uninterruptedly
for
forty
feet
along
the
veranda
side
were
heavily
curtained
in
brown
velvet
,
casting
a
deep
gloom
over
the
dingy
brown
chairs
,
two
stunning
malachite
benches
and
two
equally
beautiful
benches
in
Florentine
marble
,
and
a
massive
fireplace
of
cream
marble
veined
in
deep
pink
.
On
the
polished
teak
floor
three
Aubusson
carpets
had
been
squared
with
geometrical
precision
,
and
a
Waterford
chandelier
six
feet
long
touched
the
ceiling
,
its
chain
bunched
round
it
.
"
You
are
to
be
commended
,
Mrs.
Smith
,
"
Fee
pronounced
.
"
It
's
positively
awful
,
but
spotlessly
clean
.
I
shall
give
you
something
worth
caring
for
.
Those
priceless
benches
without
anything
to
set
them
off
--
it
's
a
shame
!
Since
the
day
I
saw
this
room
,
I
've
longed
to
make
it
into
something
every
person
who
walks
into
it
will
admire
,
and
yet
comfortable
enough
to
make
every
person
who
walks
into
it
want
to
remain
.
"
Mary
Carson
'
desk
was
a
Victorian
hideousness
;
Fee
walked
to
it
and
the
phone
which
stood
upon
it
,
flicking
its
gloomy
wood
contemptuously
.
"
My
escritoire
will
do
beautifully
here
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
'm
going
to
start
with
this
room
,
and
when
it
's
finished
I
'll
move
up
from
the
creek
,
not
before
.
Then
at
least
we
'll
have
one
place
where
we
can
congregate
without
being
depressed
.
"
She
sat
down
and
plucked
the
receiver
off
its
hook
.
While
her
daughter
and
her
servants
stood
in
a
small
bewildered
huddle
,
she
proceeded
to
set
Harry
Gough
in
motion
.
Mark
Foys
would
send
fabric
samples
on
the
night
mail
;
Nock
&
Kirbys
would
send
paint
samples
;
Grace
Brothers
would
send
wallpaper
samples
;
these
and
other
Sydney
stores
would
send
catalogues
specially
compiled
for
her
,
describing
their
lines
of
furnishings
.
Laughter
in
his
voice
,
Harry
guaranteed
to
produce
a
competent
upholsterer
and
a
team
of
painters
capable
of
doing
the
meticulous
work
Fee
demanded
.
Good
for
Mrs.
Cleary
!
She
was
going
to
sweep
Mary
Carson
right
out
of
the
house
.
