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All work and no play makes Jill a nervous wreck , you know . '' At that the elephantine Flossie wagged a playful finger at me . `` Oh , now , you ca n't make us believe that , just because we 're from the country ! We know all about you gay New Yorkers , with your Bohemian ways and your midnight studio suppers , and your cigarettes , and cocktails and high jinks ! '' Memory painted a swift mental picture of Dawn O'Hara as she used to tumble into bed after a whirlwind day at the office , too dog-tired to give her hair even one half of the prescribed one hundred strokes of the brush . But in turn I shook a reproving forefinger at Flossie . `` You 've been reading some naughty society novel !