It was just six thirty in the evening and she was far from finished as she walked up the back stairs. She had just put the “nursery dinner,” as it was called, on the dumbwaiter. As she opened the dumbwaiter door on the third floor, she could hear voices coming from the various rooms. “Daze,” Mrs. Hawley was saying. “Tell Lila that she has to get out of that tub now or there won’t be time for Clarice to bathe.” Florrie rounded the corner, nearly obscured behind a pile of turquoise silk ruffles. “What’s that?” Hannah asked. “Miss Lila’s dress. A Charles Worth original. Her first.” “Who’s Charles Worth?” “Just the most famous house of fashion in Paris,” Florrie said. Daze now came dashing back from where she had tried to pry Lila from the tub. “This is proving impossible. That girl!” she muttered. Then Clarice came stomping out of her bedroom in her dressing gown and headed for her mother’s dressing room. “Mother!” she said in a tone that was seldom heard from Clarice, who was normally quite complacent.
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