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The Solitary Summer
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Elizabeth Von Arnim
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"I
wonder,"
I
remarked
after
a
pause,
during
which
I
began
to
suspect
that
I
too
must
belong
to
the
serried
ranks
of
the
femmes
incomprises,
"why
you
think
I
shall
be
dull.
The
garden
is
always
beautiful,
and
I
am
nearly
always
in
the
mood
to
enjoy
it.
Not
quite
always,
I
must
confess,
for
when
those
Schmidts
were
here"
(their
name
was
not
Schmidt,
but
what
does
that
matter?)
"I
grew
almost
to
hate
it.
Whenever
I
went
into
it
there
they
were,
dragging
themselves
about
with
faces
full
of
indignant
resignation.
Do
you
suppose
they
saw
one
of
those
blue
hepaticas
overflowing
the
shrubberies?
And
when
I
drove
with
them
into
the
woods,
where
the
fairies
were
so
busy
just
then
hanging
the
branches
with
little
green
jewels,
they
talked
about
Berlin
the
whole
time,
and
the
good
savouries
their
new
chef
makes."
"Well,
my
dear,
no
doubt
they
missed
their
savouries.
Your
garden,
I
acknowledge,
is
growing
very
pretty,
but
your
cook
is
bad.
Poor
Schmidt
sometimes
looked
quite
ill
at
dinner,
and
the
beauty
of
your
floral
arrangements
in
no
way
made
up
for
the
inferior
quality
of
the
food.
Send
her
away."
"Send
her
away?
Be
thankful
you
have
her.
A
bad
cook
is
more
effectual
a
great
deal
than
Kissingen
and
Carlsbad
and
Homburg
rolled
into
one,
and
very
much
cheaper.
As
long
as
I
have
her,
my
dear
man,
you
will
be
comparatively
thin
and
amiable.
Poor
Schmidt,
as
you
call
him,
eats
too
much
of
those
delectable
savouries,
and
then
looks
at
his
wife
and
wonders
why
he
married
her.
Don't
let
me
catch
you
doing
that."
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