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Harshaw
said
hastily
,
"
Now
see
here
,
girls
,
not
at
meals
.
Wait
until
-
"
They
paid
no
attention
to
his
protest
but
moved
toward
him
;
a
serving
machine
scurried
out
of
the
way
.
Anne
took
his
feet
,
each
of
the
other
two
an
arm
;
French
doors
slid
out
of
the
way
and
they
carried
him
out
,
squawking
.
A
few
seconds
later
the
squawks
were
cut
short
by
a
splash
.
The
three
women
returned
at
once
,
not
noticeably
mussed
.
Miriam
sat
down
and
turned
to
Jill
.
"
More
salad
,
Jill
?
"
Harshaw
returned
a
few
minutes
later
,
dressed
in
pajamas
and
robe
instead
of
the
evening
jacket
he
had
been
wearing
.
One
of
the
machines
had
covered
his
plate
as
soon
as
he
was
dragged
away
from
the
table
;
it
now
uncovered
it
for
him
and
he
went
on
eating
.
"
As
I
was
saying
,
"
he
remarked
,
"
a
woman
who
can
’
t
cook
is
a
waste
of
skin
.
If
I
don
’
t
start
having
some
service
around
here
I
’
m
going
to
swap
all
of
you
for
a
dog
and
shoot
the
dog
.
What
’
s
the
dessert
,
Miriam
?
"
"
Strawberry
shortcake
.
"
"
That
’
s
more
like
it
.
You
are
all
reprieved
till
Wednesday
.
"
Gillian
found
that
it
was
not
necessary
to
understand
how
Jubal
Harshaw
’
s
household
worked
;
she
could
do
as
she
pleased
and
nobody
cared
.
After
dinner
she
went
into
the
living
room
with
the
intention
of
viewing
a
stereocast
of
the
evening
news
,
being
anxious
to
find
out
if
she
herself
played
a
part
in
it
.
But
she
could
find
no
stereo
receiver
,
nor
was
there
anything
which
could
have
concealed
a
tank
.
Thinking
about
it
,
she
could
not
recall
having
seen
one
anywhere
in
the
house
.
Nor
were
there
any
newspapers
,
although
there
were
plenty
of
books
and
magazines
.
No
one
joined
her
.
After
a
while
she
began
to
wonder
what
time
it
was
.
She
had
left
her
watch
upstairs
with
her
purse
,
so
she
looked
around
for
a
clock
.
She
failed
to
find
one
,
then
searched
her
excellent
memory
and
could
not
remember
having
seen
either
clock
or
calendar
in
any
of
the
rooms
she
had
been
in
.
But
she
decided
that
she
might
as
well
go
to
bed
no
matter
what
time
it
was
.
One
whole
wall
was
filled
with
books
,
both
shelves
and
spindle
racks
.
She
found
a
spool
of
Kipling
’
s
Just
So
Stories
and
took
it
happily
upstairs
with
her
.
