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- 113 I said right out loud, almost, "somebody open the door." Finally old Mrs. Spencer
114 opened. it. They didn't have a maid or anything, and they always opened the door
115 themselves. They didn't have too much dough.
116 "Holden!" Mrs. Spencer said. "How lovely to see you! Come in, dear! Are you
117 frozen to death?" I think she was glad to see me. She liked me. At least, I think she did.
118 Boy, did I get in that house fast. "How are you, Mrs. Spencer?" I said. "How's Mr.
119 Spencer?"
120 "Let me take your coat, dear," she said. She didn't hear me ask her how Mr.
121 Spencer was. She was sort of deaf.
122 She hung up my coat in the hall closet, and I sort of brushed my hair back with
123 my hand. I wear a crew cut quite frequently and I never have to comb it much. "How've
124 you been, Mrs. Spencer?" I said again, only louder, so she'd hear me.
125 "I've been just fine, Holden." She closed the closet door. "How have you been?"
126 The way she asked me, I knew right away old Spencer'd told her I'd been kicked out.
127 "Fine," I said. "How's Mr. Spencer? He over his grippe yet?"
128 "Over it! Holden, he's behaving like a perfect--I don't know what. . . He's in his
129 room, dear. Go right in."
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