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She was of the infantile, spoiled class, he decided, one who, remembering that her childhood tears and fits of temper had always resulted in her getting what she wanted, had brought the habit into her adult years. He noted, too, that her gorgeous ash-blond hair had been carefully "done," piled in high masses above her petulant face.
And it was indeed a lovely picture: the gracious, golden-haired woman, whose figure had the amplitude, her gestures the almost sensual languor of the young nursing mother; the two children fawning at her knee, both ash-blond, with vivid scarlet lips. "It helps one," thought Mahony, "to understand the mother-worship of primitive peoples." The nursemaid summoned and the children borne off, Mrs.
The children were at breakfast children surely not of the same species as the smeary-cheeked brats she had seen tumbling by roadsides along the way sturdy Mason, with his cap of curls, and Virginia, with bobbed ash-blond hair prim about her delicate face.
She had recovered her dignity of manner, but not her color. Moreover, she had a bewildered expression. Resolutely she abstained from glancing again at her amethyst comb in Viola Longstreet's ash-blond hair, and gradually, by a course of subconscious reasoning as she carefully played her cards, she arrived at a conclusion which caused her color to return and the bewildered expression to disappear.
They were New-Yorkers and, unlike over half of the population, born there, considering New York a village where one knows everybody and remembers when Fourteenth Street was the shopping-center. Olive Dunleavy was shinily present, her ash-blond hair in a new coiffure.
She decided it was time for a party, and she 'phoned the Bunch and told 'em to gather round. . . . George, this is Carrie." "Carrie" was, in the less desirable aspects of both, at once matronly and spinsterish. She was perhaps forty; her hair was an unconvincing ash-blond; and if her chest was flat, her hips were ponderous. She greeted Babbitt with a giggling "Welcome to our little midst!
Mercedes trembled and shrunk away, although the possessor of the small white hand was a charming young girl. A pretty little head with ash-blond hair, deep blue eyes and fresh red lips made Miss Clary Ellis that was the name of the eighteen-year-old girl a very beautiful picture, and the sergeant drew back respectfully, while Mercedes said: "Good-day, my darling always joyful, always happy."
But more than that: What would she herself be like against that background? Monday he could think of nothing but the joy of having discovered a playmate. The secret popped out from behind everything he did. Tuesday he was worried by finding himself unable to remember whether Ruth's hair was black or dark brown. Yet he could visualize Olive's ash-blond. Why?
In a soft, white gown, with violets at her waist, she was playing with Harold Lind, and in her ash-blond hair was Jane Carew's amethyst comb. Jane gasped and paled. The amiable young woman who was her opponent stared at her. Finally she spoke in a low voice. "Aren't you well. Miss Carew?" she asked. The men, in their turn, stared. The stout one rose fussily. "Let me get a glass of water," he said.
He read the Evening Telegram and cheerlessly peered out of the window at the gray snow-veil which shrouded Forty-second Street. As he finished his dessert and stirred his coffee he stared into a street-car stalled in a line of traffic outside. Within the car, seen through the snow-mist, was a girl of twenty-two or three, with satiny slim features and ash-blond hair.
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