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"They're mine," said Beaton, fixing his eyes upon her with a beautiful sad dreaminess that he knew he could put into them; he spoke with a dreamy remoteness of tone his wind-harp stop, Wetmore called it. "I supposed so," said Alma, calmly. "Oh, mah goodness!" cried Miss Woodburn. "Is that the way you awtusts talk to each othah? Well, Ah'm glad Ah'm not an awtust unless I could do all the talking."
"Were you speaking of me, Colonel Woodburn?" Alma asked. "Surely not, my dear young lady." "But he's been saying that awtusts are just as greedy aboat money as anybody," said his daughter. "The law of commercialism is on everything in a commercial society," the Colonel explained, softening the tone in which his convictions were presented.
"Were you speaking of me, Colonel Woodburn?" Alma asked. "Surely not, my dear young lady." "But he's been saying that awtusts are just as greedy aboat money as anybody," said his daughter. "The law of commercialism is on everything in a commercial society," the Colonel explained, softening the tone in which his convictions were presented.
"Were you speaking of me, Colonel Woodburn?" Alma asked. "Surely not, my dear young lady." "But he's been saying that awtusts are just as greedy aboat money as anybody," said his daughter. "The law of commercialism is on everything in a commercial society," the Colonel explained, softening the tone in which his convictions were presented.
"They're mine," said Beaton, fixing his eyes upon her with a beautiful sad dreaminess that he knew he could put into them; he spoke with a dreamy remoteness of tone his wind-harp stop, Wetmore called it. "I supposed so," said Alma, calmly. "Oh, mah goodness!" cried Miss Woodburn. "Is that the way you awtusts talk to each othah? Well, Ah'm glad Ah'm not an awtust unless I could do all the talking."
"They're mine," said Beaton, fixing his eyes upon her with a beautiful sad dreaminess that he knew he could put into them; he spoke with a dreamy remoteness of tone his wind-harp stop, Wetmore called it. "I supposed so," said Alma, calmly. "Oh, mah goodness!" cried Miss Woodburn. "Is that the way you awtusts talk to each othah? Well, Ah'm glad Ah'm not an awtust unless I could do all the talking."
Oh, now, do tell me yo' favo'ite colo', Mr. Beaton." "My favorite color? Bless my soul, why should I prefer any? Is blue good, or red wicked? Do people have favorite colors?" Beaton found himself suddenly interested. "Of co'se they do," answered the girl. "Don't awtusts?" "I never heard of one that had consciously." "Is it possible? I supposed they all had. Now mah favo'ite colo' is gawnet.
Oh, now, do tell me yo' favo'ite colo', Mr. Beaton." "My favorite color? Bless my soul, why should I prefer any? Is blue good, or red wicked? Do people have favorite colors?" Beaton found himself suddenly interested. "Of co'se they do," answered the girl. "Don't awtusts?" "I never heard of one that had consciously." "Is it possible? I supposed they all had. Now mah favo'ite colo' is gawnet.
Oh, now, do tell me yo' favo'ite colo', Mr. Beaton." "My favorite color? Bless my soul, why should I prefer any? Is blue good, or red wicked? Do people have favorite colors?" Beaton found himself suddenly interested. "Of co'se they do," answered the girl. "Don't awtusts?" "I never heard of one that had consciously." "Is it possible? I supposed they all had. Now mah favo'ite colo' is gawnet.
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