Laura decides that social-class distinctions are ridiculous when she is told to go outside and direct the workmen setting up for the garden party. She takes a decidedly romantic or rose-colored view of the working-class laborers she deals with. She especially appreciates one for stopping to smell the lavender growing in the garden. She decides to eradicate class from her mind in an act of will, as she thinks,
Why couldn't she have workmen for her friends rather than the silly boys she danced with and who came to Sunday night supper? She would get on much better with men like these.
It's all the fault, she decided[...]of these absurd class distinctions. Well, for her part, she didn't feel them. Not a bit, not an atom[...].
Thus, when she finds out about the death of the working-class man who lives nearby, she continues on with her idealized notions about ignoring class. She wants her family to treat his death just as they would a neighbor of their own social class and cancel the party as a sign of respect. Her family decides otherwise, and the party proceeds as planned.
Laura is naive in thinking she can eradicate deeply entrenched class differences singlehandedly by deciding they shouldn't be. Nevertheless, the reader is left to ponder the vast gulf between social classes and what might be done to close the gap beyond sending a grieving family a basket of party leftovers.