CHAPTER TENForeign Bodies
In her anxiety to fall in with Gamadge’s plans, Clara had suppressed her doubts and fears; but when the time came to return to the cottage she found to her amazement that she was not only resigned to the move, but looking forward to it. Gamadge’s high spirits and Maggie’s complacency carried her along, and the move itself was an easy one. Maggie, ensconced in the rumble of the Gamadge car, with a lump of ice done up in newspaper at her feet and half a cooked ham in her arms, said that there would be no ghosts with Mr. Gamadge in the house. Gamadge talked with almost febrile intensity of his yearning for dips in the pool and walks in the woods.
“I want to hear the waterfall,” he kept saying, in the tones of a minor poet crazed by inspiration. “I want to hear the
