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That was Gita's last talk with her grandmother. The next day Mr. Donald called, and on the following the old lady had what the nurse alluded to vaguely as one of her attacks. Two nights later she died quietly in her sleep. At the earliest moment consistent with cherished proprieties, Topper telephoned to Mrs. Pleyden, and she came to the manor an hour later.
"Polly had a telegram from Bar Harbor yesterday asking her to a house-party," she said sympathetically to Gita, looking as if she would kiss her if she dared, "and she went off last night. But she'll be home in a few days and I know she'd want you to come to us for a bit. You will, won't you, my dear? You've hardly had time to get accustomed to this gloomy old house. Do run up and pack a bag."