Jungmann, and his face always brightened when Olive walked into his shop on Lexington Avenue and Sixty-fourth Street to place the order for the next day’s vegetables. She liked that. How nice it was, to escape from the House of Disapproval—frowning housekeepers, frowning cooks, frowning Prunella and her frowning mother—and have someone’s face actually brighten when you entered a room. Ironic, wasn’t it? All of New York society longed to be invited inside the Pratt mansion, and Olive wanted only to escape from it. And her own father had built the place! Didn’t it belong to her just a little bit, not in a material way but in the way a house always belonged to all those who had lived and loved and suffered in it? As if it had kept behind a small part of your soul. “Miss Jones! I was beginning to lose the hope of you.” Olive realized she had already entered the shop and was staring at a pyramid of apples.
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