“Oh, I do like this red silk braid!”
“Did you say Rose is ill?”
“Yes. Dr. Lambert has been making daily calls. She is not at all well, and—The red silk braid is a little…bright, Charlotte. Perhaps the gold…”
“You were saying, Gladys?”
“I beg your pardon? Oh. Yes. I heard the Southernby children are stricken also.”
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