From My Grandmother's Files: Vignette at the De Vere
by Shirley A. Littleford Johnsen
The char-a-bank drove up to the elegant façade of the prestigious De Vere Hotel across the street from Kensington Gardens and deposited an American family: mother, father, and four children.
Residents of the De Vere, watching surreptitiously from behind the London papers, looked askance as the doorman carried in the many suitcases, large and small, while the man registered. The two little boys looked around, frankly staring at the potted plants and the elderly patrons. The little girl was tiring of holding her doll and the toy suitcase filled with its clothes. The eldest, a fourteen-year-old girl, was trying to act sophisticated and inconspicuous at the same time.
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