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through the room, thinking to myself, “This is awfully funny. I wonder what Myron thinks of this. I certainly would never have planted it on him. It is too funny for words.”

When I came out of the library, the next room, I took a glance down toward the end of the room where Myron and Mr. Green were sitting on the same sofa. I saw them engaged in close conversation. One of the gentlemen had moved away, but the third gentleman was there. He seemed to be loaning forward as though he were listening, but he wasn't taking much part in the conversation. The conversation was going on between Mr. Taylor and Mr. Green. I decided I wouldn't break it up. I joined another group of guests, then another, moving around, the way you should as a hostess. Mrs. Taylor was sitting on a bench in front of the fire. She motioned to me to come over, and then said, “What is Myron talking to Mr. Green about? That is William Green, isn't it?”

I said, “Yes, it is, but I don't know what they're talking about. I was called away, but they weren't talking about anything stronger than the weather when I left them.”