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Show -146- old-fashioned sofas and chairs that her husband had recovered? not quite antiques. The xialls were covered with her own paintings? mostly portraits of her children, one of her husband playing a guitar. "Do you want a drink?" his daughter asked him. "We've got beer. I think there's a little Scotch." He glanced at his watch, calculating the time. "Come now!" his daughter admonished. "You don't come often enough? Don't start by looking at the time." "All right," he laughed. "I'll have a beer." He got up and walked into the kitchen with her. She took a can of beer from the refrigerator. He got a glass from the cupboard. They returned to the living room, where his granddaughter had finally got her present open. She held it up? "It*s a sweater!" the child exclaimed. "See!" It was an Austrian sweater? handknit, with small flowers around the neck and down the front, with metal buttons that glistened under the electric light. "Oh? that's pretty!" her older sister remarked from where she was sitting on the floor, drawing on the marble slab that served as a coffee table. The younger child was struggling to get the sweater on. Her mother helped her. "This will be nice to go to school in this winter," she said. "Yes," the child agreed? She stood a moment; posing be- |