Thorofare

Thorofare

Thorofare

Thorofare

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The cat got into the milk at the same moment that Uncle Dan arrived from America. Naturally Barton House had been tense all day, and probably Jue, sagacious old animal, supposed he could do a larceny unnoticed. Also the stone milk-jars were even fuller and creamier than usual. They stood on the cool dampsmelling floor of the cellar, near the meat-safe--an open cupboard wired with netting where perishables were guarded. Refrigeration was unknown and unnecessary. "It's funny," Geoffrey said, "it's so cool down here, why does everything perspire?"

Jue had always been praised to Geoffrey as a model of discreet behavior, and his black face and whiskers dripping in one of the stone crocks was a shocking sight. The aunts were all down in the larder to deal with this crisis when Uncle Dan gave the Family Knock. Until then Geoff had best visualized his uncle as an envelope floating in through the metal slot. Once he actually saw him come: the postman banged the knocker unusually loud, the slot squeaked open, a slant of sunlight ran down to the linoleum and the letter coasted along it. Some peo-

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