夜雨聆风People are so careless when they smoke,” said Miss Bunner disapprov-ingly. “Nobody really respects good furniture as they used to do. Look atthe horrid burn somebody made on this beautiful table by putting a cigar-ette down on it. Disgraceful.”
Miss Blacklock sighed.
“Sometimes, I’m afraid, one thinks too much of one’s possessions.”
“But it’s such a lovely table, Letty.”
Miss Bunner loved her friend’s possessions with as much fervour asthough they had been her own. Bunch Harmon had always thought it wasa very endearing trait in her. She showed no sign of envy.
“It is a lovely table,” said Miss Marple politely. “And what a very prettychina lamp on it.”
Again it was Miss Bunner who accepted the compliment as though sheand not Miss Blacklock was the owner of the lamp.
“Isn’t it delightful? Dresden. There is a pair of them. The other’s in thespare room, I think.”
“You know where everything in this house is, Dora—or you think youdo,” said Miss Blacklock, good-humouredly. “You care far more about mythings than I do.”
Miss Bunner flushed.
“I do like nice things,” she said. Her voice was half defiant—half wistful.
“I must confess,” said Miss Marple, “that my own few possessions arevery dear to me, too—so many memories, you know. It’s the same withphotographs. People nowadays have so few photographs about. Now I liketo keep all the pictures of my nephews and nieces as babies—and then aschildren—and so on.”
