"Thank you, Diggs. Please say to Mrs. Bingle that I shall not be down
again this evening. I have a splitting headache." She moved rapidly
toward the door.
"Won't you be here for the reading, Miss?"
"No. I always cry when I hear about Tiny Tim." "Beg pardon, Miss, but
as this is your first Christmas Eve 'ere, you'll excuse me for saying
that the entire 'ousehold is expected to be present for the reading.
It is a rule, Miss. Even the cook comes up."
"Thank you, Diggs. Please give my message to Mrs. Bingle."
"Very good, Miss."
"By the way, is this Mr. Flanders tall and fair, with dark grey eyes,
a rather broad mouth and just the tiniest sort of a wave in his hair--
especially above the ears? And a small white scar on his left thumb?"
Diggs arose to the demands of the occasion, as he always did. "Yes,
Miss. Quite accurate, I'm sure. And a very pleasant voice, I may add
if you don't mind."
"Thank you, Diggs," said Miss Fairweather for the third time, and then
scurried across the hall and up the broad staircase, accelerating her
speed materially as the library door was thrown open and lively
masculine voices came booming up from behind her.
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