A Peculiar Party

My, it's a peculiar party. Not that that surprises me.

Why not? I could've predicted it this morning. Both of them must've got up out of the

wrong side of the bed. They've been in a state all day. Oh,

Mr. Brandon says he's always in a state when he gives a party. It's the first time

I've seen it. Usually, he lets me prepare everything in my own way,

but look at this, the chickens haven't even been touched. Well, what was so different

today? What wasn't? Mr. Brandon was in the maddest rush for me to clean

up and get the table set. And, oh, it looked so lovely,