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But Jose was still more amazed. " Stop the garden-party? My dear Laura, don't be so absurd . Of course we can't do anything of the kind. Nobody expects us to. Don't be so extravagant. "
Bank them up, just inside the door, on both sides of the porch, please,” said Mrs. Sheridan. “Don’t you agree, Laura?” But listen, mother," said Laura. Breathless, half-choking, she told the dreadful story. "Of course, we can't have our party, can we?" she pleaded. "The band and everybody arriving. They'd hear us, mother; they're nearly neighbours!" My dear!" trilled Kitty Maitland, "aren't they too like frogs for words? You ought to have arranged them round the pond with the conductor in the middle on a leaf."
The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield
But at the word "Good-bye," and although the piano sounded more desperate than ever, her face broke into a brilliant, dreadfully unsympathetic smile. Em," said the little creature who had let her in. "Em! It's a young lady." She turned to Laura. She said meaningly, "I'm 'er sister, miss. You'll excuse 'er, won't you?" It was, indeed. There, just inside the door, stood a wide, shallow tray full of pots of pink lilies. No other kind. Nothing but lilies—canna lilies, big pink flowers, wide open, radiant, almost frighteningly alive on bright crimson stems.
But all the same you had to cry, and she couldn't go out of the room without saying something to him. Laura gave a loud childish sob. No, too late. This was the house. It must be. A dark knot of people stood outside. Beside the gate an old, old woman with a crutch sat in a chair, watching. She had her feet on a newspaper. The voices stopped as Laura drew near. The group parted. It was as though she was expected, as though they had known she was coming here.I say, Laura," said Laurie very fast, "you might just give a squiz at my coat before this afternoon. See if it wants pressing." Pom!Ta-ta-ta Tee-ta! The piano burst out so passionately that Jose’s face changed. She clasped her hands. She looked mournfully and enigmatically at her mother and Laura as they came in. In Fred Bronson’s book The Billboard Book of Number One Hits, writer Christopher Ward was quoted saying he wrote the song while traveling for his job at MuchMusic:
But all the same you had to cry, and she couldn’t go out of the room without saying something to him. Laura gave a loud childish sob. Godber’s has come,” announced Sadie, issuing out of the pantry. She had seen the man pass the window.She found herself in a wretched little low kitchen, lighted by a smoky lamp. There was a woman sitting before the fire.