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Heeny, shrugging away this explanation, rose from her seat and rolled back her shiny black sleeves. "Look at here, Undine, if you really want me to do your hair it's time we got to work." The girl swung about in her seat so that she faced the mirror on the dressing-table.
Heeny, whose daily ministrations had once more been prescribed, and asking only that the noise of Paul's play should be kept from her. His scamperings overhead disturbed her sleep, and his bed was moved into the day nursery, above his father's room. The child's early romping did not trouble Ralph, since he himself was always awake before daylight.
Since the Spraggs, some two years previously, had moved from Apex City to New York, they had made little progress in establishing relations with their new environment; and when, about four months earlier, Mrs. Spragg's doctor had called in Mrs. Heeny to minister professionally to his patient, he had done more for her spirit than for her body. Mrs.
They say New Yorkers are always in a hurry; but I can't say as they've hurried much to make our acquaintance." Mrs. Heeny drew back to study the effect of her work. "You wait, Mrs. Spragg, you wait. If you go too fast you sometimes have to rip out the whole seam." "Oh, that's so that's SO!" Mrs. Spragg exclaimed, with a tragic emphasis that made the masseuse glance up at her. "Of course it's so.
She has at last followed the advice of Mrs. Heeny, her adviser and masseuse. "Go steady, Undine, and you'll get anywheres."
Heeny in Paris for a fortnight, and between her more pressing occupations it amused her to listen to the masseuse's New York gossip and her comments on the social organization of the old world. It was Mrs.
Moffatt began to buy the price of pearls has gone up over fifty per cent." Even this did not fix Paul's attention. He wanted to hear about his mother and Mr. Moffatt, and not about their things; and he didn't quite know how to frame his question. But Mrs. Heeny looked kindly at him and he tried. "Why is mother married to Mr. Moffatt now?" "Why, you must know that much, Paul." Mrs.
"I mass'd her for a sprained ankle a couple of years ago. She's got a lovely manner, but NO conversation. Some of my patients converse exquisitely," Mrs. Heeny added with discrimination. Undine was brooding over the note. "It IS written to mother Mrs. Abner E. Spragg I never saw anything so funny! 'Will you ALLOW your daughter to dine with me? Allow! Is Mrs. Fairford peculiar?"
Her attire was fashionable enough to justify such a post, and her pale soft-cheeked face, with puffy eye-lids and drooping mouth, suggested a partially-melted wax figure which had run to double-chin. Mrs. Heeny, in comparison, had a reassuring look of solidity and reality.
Later ... well, perhaps Raymond won't be so particular; but meanwhile you'd make a great mistake to go against his people " and Madame de Trezac, with a "Chere Madame," swept forward from her tea-table to receive the first of the returning dowagers. It was about this time that Mrs. Heeny arrived with Paul; and for a while Undine was pleasantly absorbed in her boy. She kept Mrs.
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