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`` No , Miss. . He just telephoned a message . '' The boy retired , and Norma went slowly upstairs , and slowly made her preparations for sleep . But the blazing summer dawn , smiting the city at four o'clock , found her still sitting at the window , twirling a tassel of the old-fashioned shade in her cold fingers , and staring with haggard eyes into space . More than a week later Annie gave a luncheon to a dozen women , and telephoned Norma beforehand , with a request that the girl come early enough to help her with name cards . `` These damnable engagement luncheons , '' said Aunt Annie , limping about the long table , and grumbling at everything as she went . Annie had wrenched her ankle in alighting from her car , and was cross with nagging pain .