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with interest. "Ah . . . of what sort?"



Lady Battle-Purfittpuffed out her cheeks and shrugged. "Oh, the usual: jumble

sales, church bazaars, Maypole romps, GuyFawkes ' Day -- such a lovely Guy the

Ladies' Aid committee made, all of wicker-- Morris dances, the blessing of the
cornfields --"



Telemachusmade a queer, strangled sound in his shallow chest, which caused his

mother's brow to beetle into a scowl of blackest dye.



"Well, my dear Lady Battle-Purfitt, there you have the answer for yourself,"

Father Herrick said swiftly.



"Have I?" The lady looked doubtful. "Might you tell it me, just to make sure?"



In full pedantic modus operandi, Father Herrick leaned back in his chair,

fingerssteepled , eyes casually lifted to the artfully frescoed ceiling as if to

trace the random swoops and flutters of the Muse. "It is a sad but true

condition of our calling that most otherwise well-educated people believe that

the only souls who risk life and limb for the sake of folkloric knowledge are

those who do fieldwork among savage aborigines. Too few are privy to the fact

that the greatest danger any good preservationist may face lies within the

borders of Britain herself."



"Does it," said Lady Battle-Purfitt. She rose from her place and consulted the

covered dishes on the sideboard. "Then you will be wanting more kippers before