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Charity Cheever had flung about her she had let fall and drag in a damp mess. Mrs. Noxon was tempted to hobble after Kedzie and smack her for her outrageous mishap. But she could not afford the luxury. She must laugh with her guests.
He darted hither and yon in his racer, childishly happy in its paces, childishly lonely for somebody to show off before. As he ran along the almost deserted sea road he passed the Noxon home. He knew that Charity was visiting there. He wondered which of the lighted windows was hers. After much backing and filling he turned in and ran up to the steps.
Most of the committee were women of large wealth and of executive ability, and they accomplished a deal of business with expedition in their own way. There was some chatter, but it was to the point. At length during a discussion of various forms of entertainment Mrs. Noxon said she was afraid that the show would be deadly dull with only amateurs in it. Mrs.
The house looked something like Mrs. Noxon at her best. Just now she was at her worst. She stood by her marble pool and glared at her mob of guests dispersing in knots of laughter and indifference. There were hundreds of men and women of all ages and sizes, and almost all of them were startling the summer of 1915 with the fashion-plates of 1916. Mrs.
Later in the afternoon he gave up the effort to snub her and went to the Noxon home. It was about the hour when Kedzie in her new flat had been burning her fingers at the gas-stove. Jim Dyckman was preparing to burn his fingers at the shrine of Mrs. Cheever. He rang the bell and asked for Mrs. Noxon, though her motor was waiting at the door, as he was glad to note. Mrs.
At least he and his yacht drifted into the harbor the day of the affair. Of course he had an invitation. The Noxon affair was the usual thing, only a little more so.
Noxon once swore down a mutinous stableman, how Miss Wossom ran away with her coachman. There was something finely old-fashioned and conservative about that. A new-rich would have run away with a chauffeur. The driver knew Jim Dyckman's back and pointed him out. The girls laughed, remembering Kedzie's encounter with him. They laughed so loud that Dyckman turned, startled by the racket.
The work of Neau, however, was taken up by Mr. Huddlestone. Rev. Mr. Wetmore entered the field in 1726. Later there appeared Rev. Mr. Colgan and Noxon, both of whom did much to promote the cause. In 1732 came Rev. Mr. Charlton who toiled in this field until 1747 when he was succeeded by Rev. Mr. Auchmutty. He had the coöperation of Mr. Hildreth, the assistant of his predecessor.
I'll get a veil for my hair." She closed the French window and hurried away. She reappeared at the front door and shut it stealthily after her. "Nobody saw me go. You must get me back before Mrs. Noxon comes home, or there'll be a scandal." "Depend on me!" said Jim. Muffling their laughter like two runaways, they stole down the steps. Her high-heeled slippers slipped and she toppled against him.
On her neck was one place, for she saw a woman with a dog-collar of that price, and it made Kedzie feel absolutely nude in contrast. She met old Mrs. Noxon with her infamously costly stomacher on, and Kedzie cried that night because she could not have one for her own midriff. Jim growled, "When you get a stomach as big as Mrs. Noxon's you can put a lamp-post on it."
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