ALICE ADAMS
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Then, as they faced each other for the short moment which both of them knew would be the last of all their veranda moments, Alice's broken laughter grew louder. "What a thing to say!" she cried. "What a romantic parting—talking about hats!"
Her laughter continued as he turned away, but other sounds came from within the house, clearly audible with the opening of a door upstairs—a long and wailing cry of lamentation in the voice of Mrs. Adams. Russell paused at the steps, uncertain, but Alice waved to him to go on.
"Oh, don't bother," she said. "We have lots of that in this funny little old house! Good-bye!"
And as he went down the steps, she ran back into the house and closed the door heavily behind her.
