Von Rosen laughed. He knew what was coming, or thought that he did.
“I see,” said Aunt Susan, “that you have forty-two copies of Margaret Edes' book, The Poor Lady, and I have always thought it was a very silly book, and you can't exchange them for every single one is autographed.”
It was quite true. Poor Margaret Edes had autographed the forty-two. She had not even dreamed of the incalculable depths of a lie.
THE END
[Transcriber's note:
The following spelling inconsistencies were present in the original and were not corrected in this etext:
wordly
ensconsed/ensconced]