I can’t even make myself care. The little girl uttered no remonstrance; but, replacing the flowers in the basket, burst into tears, and withdrew. “Why not? Isn’t the whole thing a lie? Isn’t her reputation, this husband of hers, the ‘Alcide’ business, isn’t it all a cursed juggle? She hasn’t the right to do it. It dropped sideways and fell with a bang to the table. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast.