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blood and stones in crossed out: a ^some gentle metaphor. But Anzia's cousin had disappeared without saying good-by and I never saw him again. By the time I joined Polly and Miss Dewson, two or three days later for one of Henrietta's splendid dinners, it had occurred to me that Anzia might not have told me the truth about her relatives, that in fact ^might have been a pawn in her clutching paws. "You don't suppose that I have been the dupe of Anzia?" "That is certainly possible," Miss Dewson responded, "But if you in turn duped the City of New York, it was through inexperience."

   Social and political issues often came up

for discussion during the summer, crossed out: over ^at supper picnics down on the shore at Mossacres, and after a time we began to hear a great deal about Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt. It became apparent that Molly Dewson had become a power in the Democratic Party ^and the New Deal. Just a few picnics later it became just as apparent that power had ^already corrupted her, according to our lofty standards.