"There's a very ugly yellow china stand in front of me, called a dumb waiter, on which are three dishes, one for biscuits, one for butter, and one for cheese.

There's a pot of ferns.
Then there's Blanche the maid, who snuffles because of her nose.

We talk--oh yes, it's Aunt Lucy's afternoon at Walworth, so we're rather quick over luncheon.

She goes off.

She has a purple bag, and a black notebook.