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Milly murmured and looked again with more curiosity at the fluffy-haired little woman. "She dresses a good deal," she observed. "I wonder how Clarence likes to pay the bills." "We saw them at Wiesbaden this spring. They seemed quite happy. He was taking the cure." "Did it do him any good?" Milly inquired amiably....
She was being talked to by a round-faced, fluffy-haired lady in a green dress and pince-nez, who took an interest in the development of her deplorably uncultured young mind a Miss Barnett, who was painting pictures to illustrate a book to be called "Venice, Her Spirit." The great hope for young Rhoda, both Miss Barnett and Mr.
She was not pretty not as pretty as fair, fluffy-haired Frances but there was promise of more than prettiness in her almost severely regular features, and her colouring when one examined her carefully, was good too.
A lot of freshmen and sophomores live there. I'll come over to your house with my loot to-night, directly after dinner. Good-bye until then." At seven o'clock that night Arline set down a heavy suit case and rang the bell at Wayne Hall. Grace, who had been watching for her from one of the living-room windows, hastened to open the door. "Thank goodness," sighed the little fluffy-haired girl.
Heavens! thought Una, would she have to be shut into the fetid barn of a small school unless she married Henry? "I won't be genteel! I'll work in The Hub or any place first!" Una declared. While she trudged home a pleasant, inconspicuous, fluffy-haired young woman, undramatic as a field daisy a cataract of protest poured through her.
To her Emmy was still the fluffy-haired little sister with caressing ways whom she could send upstairs for her work-basket or could reprimand for a flirtation. Emmy knew that Zora loved her dearly; but she was the least bit in the world afraid of her, and felt that in affairs of the heart she would be unsympathetic. So Emmy withheld her confidence from Zora, and gave it to Septimus.
Further down the table sat two young nincompoops, brought on board specially in order that they might fulfil their destiny, and fill out my story, by falling in love with the fluffy-haired English girl who was sitting between them, and pouting equally and simultaneously at both. There was also the stout German who talks about "de sturm und der vafes."
"Please don't tell me anything I oughtn't to hear," Jordan's sense of honour impelled him to say. He recognized the feminine type before him, and though he longed to know all about everything he did not want to know it in any way Anne would not like. But there was no stopping the fluffy-haired young person. "Really, everybody knows; the countryside fairly rang with it a year ago.
Between the two, and dotted with flyspecks, hung an insurance calendar on which was a huge head of a lady, florid, fluffy-haired, flirtatious. Lise thought her beautiful. The room was ugly.
"You should have stayed in Chicago, whatever you did. We all miss you so!..." In her glances about the crowded room Milly's eyes had rested upon a little woman seated at a table not far away, a blond, fluffy-haired, much-dressed and much-jewelled creature, who was scrutinizing the long menu with close attention. "Do you know who she is, Nelly?" Milly asked, indicating the little blond person.
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