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276 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1944
"Who do you think you are, Cluny Brown?"
...people who knew what was best for her, only their idea of the best was being shut up in a box - in a series of smaller and smaller boxes until you were safe at last in the smallest box of all, with a nice tombstone on top.
"I want something to happen," she said vaguely. "I want things happening all the time...".
"Perhaps sometimes you will have to run after me again, because I do not yet know how my constancy is. But I have a feeling that I shall be quite constant to you. It's fine,"
"That depends on what you consider the object of existence. What is your object of existence?"
Cluny considered; for this was a subject on which every one else seemed to have so much more definite opinions than she did herself...But Cluny herself was still uncertain.
"I want something to happen," she said vaguely. "I want things happening all the time..."
"I won't give it another thought," promised Betty; at which point Andrew reached the landing. She smiled at him and disappeared into her room. Belinski looked at him without seeing him and walked off toward the east corridor. As promptly as a character in a play Cluny Brown shot out of the housemaid's pantry with a brass can.
"I've seen her!" cried Cluny.
"Seen whom?" said Andrew, in an unencouraging tone.
"Miss Cream. I saw her just now. Isn't she a dream?"
Andrew made no reply. He still hoped that they might be embarking upon a week of simple rural pleasures, and no more; but the hope was faint.