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The Dead
Wheneverit’swetunderfootImustputonmygaloshes.Tonighteven,hewantedmetoputthemon,butIwouldn’t.Thenextthinghe’llbuymewillbeadivingsuit.”
Gabriellaughednervouslyandpattedhistiereassuringly,whileAuntKatenearlydoubledherself,soheartilydidsheenjoythejoke.ThesmilesoonfadedfromAuntJulia’sfaceandhermirthlesseyesweredirectedtowardshernephew’sface.Afterapausesheasked:
“Andwhataregoloshes,Gabriel?”
“Goloshes,Julia!”exclaimedhersister“Goodnessme,don’tyouknowwhatgoloshesare?Youwearthemoveryour...overyourboots,Gretta,isn’tit?”
“Yes,”saidMrs.Conroy.“Guttaperchathings.Webothhaveapairnow.GabrielsayseveryonewearsthemontheContinent.”
“O,ontheContinent,”murmuredAuntJulia,noddingherheadslowly.
Gabrielknittedhisbrowsandsaid,asifhewereslightlyangered:
“It’snothingverywonderful,butGrettathinksitveryfunnybecauseshesaysthewordremindsherofChristyMinstrels.”
“Buttellme,Gabriel,”saidAuntKate,withbrisktact.“Ofcourse,you’veseenabouttheroom.Grettawassaying...”
“0,theroomisallright,”repliedGabriel.“I’vetakenoneintheGresham.”
“Tobesure,”saidAuntKate,“byfarthebestthingtodo.
