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Updated: June 13, 2025
There could be nothing but misunderstanding and antagonism between the possessor of such a countenance and Miss More with those eyes of hers, that nose and that mouth. Bea's labors over the classes in manners had included some research in the subject of physiognomy. Now she leaned forward to secure another view of that profile in the front pew.
I presented a diamond-studded gold purse and a sable cape to my wife and received a diamond-studded cigar knife I have two others and a mink-lined coat in return. I was dragged to a half-dozen different houses to deliver presents and collect the same, and witness the tragedy of Bea's receiving a vanity case she had given someone else two years before and which had evidently been going the rounds.
Miles continuously glanced back at the church door. Jackson Elder did not appear. The door did not once open after the awkward entrance of the first guests. Miles's hand closed on Bea's arm. He had, with Carol's help, made his shanty over into a cottage with white curtains and a canary and a chintz chair. Carol coaxed the powerful matrons to call on Bea. They half scoffed, half promised to go.
The big square envelope tumbled clumsily down upon its back and lay staring, quite close to the flickering gas. Bea's wilful eyes rested on it one illuminating instant, and then leaped away, while her cheeks whitened suddenly. The name on the valentine was that of the senior herself. Poor little Bea!
She was quite satisfied, and the "I-told-you-so" spirit was so jubilant within her, that she could hardly keep from flaunting it before Bea's distressed face. She satisfied herself, however, with looking at each dusty article with great care, brushing some imaginary specks from her dress, settling her bonnet, and asking abruptly: "How's your mother? I haven't long to stay."
At six Berta started for the dining-room, leaving Robbie hovering at Bea's open door with a supply of hot water, rough towels, dry stockings, and spirits of camphor. In the leaden twilight of the lower corridor a draggled figure passed with a sodden drip of heavy skirts and the dull squashing of water in soaked shoes.
Kittie, unhitch Prince for me, will you, while I lock up?" "Oh, Bea, dear! I hope you will always be so happy," exclaimed Ernestine, with a wistful sadness in her voice, as they drove slowly home; and she laid her head on Bea's shoulder with a tired sigh. "It all seems so lovely, and I am so glad, though I shall miss you so after you are gone."
You'll be surprised!" "Shall I?" said Berta idly, as she followed in Bea's eddying wake, "I don't see how, since I read the proof and corrected the lists of names." "Hm!" Bea turned confidentially and shot an alarming sentence toward her companion. "Well, I'll tell you; everything you wrote is signed. The other editors did it last thing sometimes your initials, sometimes your name.
"It wasn't like Gertrude to burst out like that just because Sara came late to our domestic evening, but it did spoil the fudges and the game and everything." "And not to give her a chance to explain!" fumed Bea's temper always ready to flame over any injustice. "Before she could open her lips, Gertrude blazed up, cold as an icicle "
Scream scream all together. Ah!" The footsteps were coming down the alleyway toward the door. Bea filled her lungs, and opened her mouth in valiant preparation. "Wee-wee-wee, bow-wow!" Two little paws scratched at the door. Bea's breath issued in a feeble squeak, as she dropped neatly down upon the floor and buried her face in her hands. Berta swooped upon her. "The puppy!"
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