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Updated: June 8, 2025
A tiny sneer fluttered from face to face, skipping one here and there in its course. It ended in Miss Castlevaine's "Huh!" "I think Miss Sterling is real pretty!" Miss Crilly, from the opposite side, beamed on the "new lady." "She has faded dreadfully," asserted Mrs. Crump. "They used to call her handsome years ago, though she never was my style o' beauty.
Miss Castlevaine's thick lips curved in a smile of scorn. "If she can't digest things, it won't do her much good to eat them," interposed Miss Major positively. "Nobody could digest these waffles they're slack this morning." Miss Castlevaine gave her plate a little push. "I wish I needn't ever see another waffle," she fretted.
Still she could not easily refuse when he urged his request, and she yielded a somewhat grave consent. Miss Crilly and David Collins gayly led the quadrille that followed, and even Miss Castlevaine's habitual sneer was lost in the enjoyment of the moment.
"It wouldn't be safe for me to express my opinion." Polly smiled. "It's a shame! And it isn't fair when she has curly hair that doesn't need any putting up. I just wish hers would straighten out straight as Miss Castlevaine's!" "You seem to have taken a sudden liking to Miss Castlevaine." "Oh, no! Only I feel sorry for her, she is so fat and fretty, and her hair won't fluff a mite.
Things grow worse every day. Boiled tripe for dinner ugh!" Miss Castlevaine's face wrinkled with repugnance. "And only potatoes to go with it," sighed Mrs. Albright. "It's too bad we can't have green vegetables and fruit now, in the season." "I heard something yesterday," resumed Miss Castlevaine, "that I guess you won't like I don't know what we're coming to!
"She thinks so much of Polly, perhaps they hope it'll help to bring her out of this sooner." "Don't you believe it!" Miss Castlevaine's head nodded out the words with emphasis. "Dr. Dudley's a good one to curry favor with." "Is Miss Sterling a relative of his?" asked Miss Mullaly. "No. Haven't you heard how they got acquainted? Quite a pretty little story." Mrs.
During the forenoon the house was inspected from the quaint little rooms under the eaves to the cold-storage apartment below ground. Miss Crilly insisting that she wanted to see the head and the foot of it; and no new mistress of her own home would have been human not to be pleased with the praise that came from all lips, even including Miss Castlevaine's and Mrs. Crump's.
Miss Castlevaine drew her lips into a smirk. "Trust the Colonel for buying the best of everything!" went on Miss Major. "What a man he is! I wish he were one of the directors of the June Holiday Home." Miss Castlevaine's face stiffened into an expression of superiority, as if she could divulge things detrimental to the Colonel if she wished.
How did you like the dinner yesterday noon?" She smiled knowingly. "It's good-bye, pudding, forevermore!" laughed Miss Crilly. "Didn't it seem queer not to have a bit of dessert?" "Same as other days," returned Miss Major. "I suppose the Sunday pie will go next." "So I heard!" Miss Castlevaine's lips thinned themselves together. "But that isn't the worst thing! Do you know about Mrs. Dick?"
All was dark, dark, except for the flashing lines ahead. The steady pur-r-r-r-r-ing of the car was in the air. Miss Castlevaine's monotonous voice ran on and on; but, the little woman at the end of the seat realized nothing except the insistent words knelling through her brain, "Engaged to Blanche Puddicombe! Engaged to Blanche Puddicombe!"
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