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It wouldn't match with our humble status." "You look sweet, every one of you," praised Judith. "Your gowns are dear. They are wonderfully becoming." "We made them ourselves last summer," explained Kathie with a little air of pride. "We clubbed together and bought a bolt of this white Persian lawn. Ida crocheted these butterfly medallions set in Freda's gown and mine.
"It must be," she replied; "there could be none other like this!" Holding her head against his breast and raising her face to his, he said, "You gave me your heart that day, Kathie, to hold in trust. I have been faithful to that trust through all these years; do you give it me now for my very own?" "Yes," she answered, slowly, with sweet solemnity; "to have and to hold, forever!"
"Oh, faithless and perverse generation!" quoted Katherine, with smiling reproof. "It will not," she added, positively; "remember your 'God-given dominion." "I will try, dear; I am very grateful to you, Kathie, and to God, for the wonderful transformation of the last few hours," said Miss Reynolds, with starting tears.
After ushering his client out the hall door and closing it behind her, Rand turned and said: "All right, Kathie, or Dave; whoever's out there. Come on in." Then he went to his desk and reached under it, snapping off a switch. As he straightened, the door from the reception-office opened and his secretary, Kathie O'Grady, entered, loading a cigarette into an eight-inch amber holder.
"I have the stuff Tip left with Kathie," Ritter said, taking out a couple of closely typed sheets and handing them across the table. "He said this was the whole business." Rand glanced over them.
"You are surely making progress," Katherine returned, with shining eyes. She was very happy, for this eager, radiant woman seemed an entirely different being from the helpless sufferer to whom she had been called less than forty-eight hours previous. "Sit down, Kathie," said her teacher, indicating a chair near her. "I hope I am making progress," she added, growing suddenly grave.
He caught me at the station and asked me a lot of questions. I just shook my head and wouldn't say a word," lied the frightened girl. "But they're going to print an awful interview with me, father says. He's furious at me." "In what paper, Kathie?" "The 'Clarion. Father says the other papers won't publish anything about it, but he can't stop the 'Clarion."
She glanced furtively at him, but his face was quite unmoved; evidently he had not noticed it, and she smiled faintly again. "O Kathie, I knew there was something I'd forgotten to tell you, my dear; there's a man coming down here. I don't know whether " She looked up sharply. "A man coming here? What for?" she interrupted, breathlessly. "Sent to help me about this oil-boring business, my dear."
Alfred Tennyson, the poet-laureate of England, but was as sweet as any one of that gentleman's poems had been to the city; and she had brought home so many wondrous improvements that her two little bosom friends, Lu Medway and Kathie Dysart, were almost struck dumb to behold and to hear what Winnie said and what Winnie had.
Bingle could utter another word, Diggs appeared in the door and announced Mr. Force. Instantly Kathleen's manner changed. She released her grip on Mr. Bingle's arm and slid to the floor. "Oh, I hate him! I don't want to see him." "Kathie!" cried Mrs. Bingle, distressed. "You should not say such things. Mr. Force is very nice to you. He likes you " "He gives me a pain," said Kathleen succinctly.
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