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"I feel," said Sally Lane, impressively, "that the way to receive them properly is to have afternoon tea on the lawn. What is the use of having a lawn -- even though it's still rather hummocky -- and four magnificent ancestral oaks -- ancestral oaks sounds like an English novel -- if we don't have afternoon tea on It -- under Them?"
She stood in the doorway of the front room in the west wing, where Mrs. Burnside and Josephine were sitting, the one busy with some small piece of sewing, the other writing letters at a desk.