Good night. He was standing
by, rating her ladyship,—who can scarcely stir from the sofa,—while I was
packing up her jewels in the case, and I observed that she tried to hide a small
casket from him. She slipped
down the perfunctory flight of stairs, short because of the
home’s split-level style. I want very much to do
something for women. There was the motor accident, too. I didn’t know. . “You ARE a female thing at bottom,” he admitted. . “He wants me to have dinner at his parent’s house
tonight,” still looking at a series of spots on the carpeting. It will hold aloof, a little undecided whether to pelt or not—”
“That depends whether we carry ourselves as though we expected pelting,”
said Ann Veronica. ‘Of course not,’ snapped his friend.
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