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Wednesday evening Una went out to Villa Estates to look it over again , and she conducted a long , imaginary conversation with the Boutells regarding the nearness of the best school in Nassau County . But on Saturday morning she felt ill . At the office she wailed on the shoulder of a friendly stenographer that she would never be able to follow up this , her first chance to advance . She went home at noon and slept till four . She arrived at the Boutells ' flat looking like a dead leaf . She tried to skip into the presence of Mrs. Boutell -- a dragon with a frizz -- and was heavily informed that Mr. Boutell would n't be back till six , and that , anyway , they had `` talked over the Villa Estates proposition , and decided it was n't quite time to come to a decision -- be better to wait till the weather cleared up , so a body can move about . '' `` Oh , Mrs. Boutell , I just ca n't argue it out with you , '' Una howled .