“Did you see Milfred dancing?” Millie giggled. “I thought I was going to die from laughter!”
Mrs. Dixon’s shoulders started to shake. “I thought her mother was going to lose her composure and then she began dancing, too!”
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“I heard that that young lady climbed up on the coffee table!” Mr. Peabody shook his head. “The youth of today.”
“She did!” Millie guffawed.
“It was not a coffee table it was the Nella Vetrina credenza!” Mrs. Dixon’s eyes watered from either hysterics or fatigue.
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“And poor Hilda I don’t think she talked to anyone all evening,” Mrs. Peabody was sympathetic.
“If we were trying to pick an actual good match for Mortimer, I’d say it was Hilda,” Neville entered the room. “That woman has the personality of a block of wood and indignation enough to mak
