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Updated: June 1, 2025
Emma McChesney, in the act of surveying her back hair in the mirror, paused, hand glass poised half way, to regard her son. "All right," she answered cheerfully. "I'll tell you. It's too young." "Young!" He held it at arm's length and stared at it. "What d'you mean young?" Emma McChesney came forward, wrapping the folds of her kimono about her.
She had never seen her mother wear but one festival dress, yet her own little kimono was ever bright and dainty, and even the new brocade of the dolls' dresses stood alone with the weave of gold and tinsel. A solemn thought, like a pebble dropped into water, caused circle after circle to trouble her childish mind. She did not quite understand, but she knew there was something she must learn.
Then Elfreda opened the package from Miriam, which contained a Japanese silk kimono similar to one of her own that her roommate had greatly admired. Grace's package contained a pair of long white gloves, and Anne had remembered her with a book she had once heard the stout girl express a desire to own. "You had no business to do it," muttered Elfreda.
Slowly she began to speak. We stood awestruck. Kennedy had been right! The girl was now living over again those minutes that had been forgotten blotted out by the drug. And it was all real to her, too, terribly real. She was speaking, plainly in terror. "I see a man oh, such a figure with a mask. He holds a gun in my face he threatens me. I put on my kimono and slippers, as he tells me.
Jockeys, squaws, yokels, etc., all appeared mysteriously from nothing. I was principally draped in my Reckitts blue upholsterings and a brilliant Scherezade kimono, bought in a moment of extravagance in Paris. The proceedings after tea, when the cooks excelled themselves making an enormous birthday cake, consisted of progressive games of sorts.
He has been married several years but not long enough to know that this is a dangerous thing to do, but the woman is wise. She suggests a silk parasol, a kimono, or a dozen handkerchiefs. Such a service as this is not possible except in very large shops, but in most places clerks are quick to respond with suggestions for gifts.
Alix and Cherry washed each other's hair in the old fashion, and came trailing down with towels and combs to the garden. The doctor joined them in the midst of their tossing and spreading, and sat smoking peacefully on the porch steps. "Oh, heavens, how I love this sort of weather!" Alix exclaimed, flinging her brown mane backward, her tall figure slender in a faded kimono.
In her kimono of Nile green and gold, she presented a figure of such compelling charm that Nora, her maid, as she removed the empty coffee-cup, sighed to herself, if not with envy, at least with regret, that the good God had not made her along lines that would insure an income of over fifty thousand dollars a year.
"Well, well, what is this, anyway, a wake? Where's the coffin? Who's dead?" His sister-in-law shot out her plump, watch-incrusted wrist. "Don't, Leon" she cried. "Such talk is a sin! It might come true." "Rosie-Posy-butter-ball," he said pausing beside her chair to pinch her deeply soft cheek. "Cry-baby-roly-poly, you can't shove me off in a wooden kimono that way."
"Agnes Smith is the name. Decent by descent, but an actress by advertising. What's YOUR game?" "Um-m My nose is straight; I don't limp; so I'm an actress by force of feature." "Married?" "Hardly." "Want to be?" "Got to be." Both girls laughed unaffectedly. "I like you," said the dancer. "Do you mind if I get out of this cast-iron corset and into a kimono when we get home?" "Have you a spare one?"
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