THE Formans were at breakfast, at least two of them were. The others were absorbed with the morning mail. The table was neatly spread, the aroma of coffee was in the air, and the plate of home-made cookies invited attention, but Jean, the youngest daughter, and Derrick, the son, were the only ones who paid the slightest attention to breakfast. Jean was eating grapes, and Derrick, as he reached for the fourth cookie, said: “I wonder if I am expected to eat all these.”…
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