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Warble was almost in hysterics over the funny antics of Goldwin Leathersham down whose loose and ample collar she had herself poured a glass of water on two seidlitz powders. "Next," she cried, clapping her hands, "we'll have an artistic game. Here it comes." Lackeys and minions brought in pails of kalsomine, of various tints, some of pale pastel shades, others of deep rich hues.
Not an eyesore inside the city wall. Good work, I'll megaphone." Warble sat down in an easy-going chair so easy, it slid across the room with her, and collided with a life-sized Chinese lady of yellow stone. "Yes," Warble responded, "it's very uninteresting." Goldwin Leathersham was a great Captain of Industry. In fact, he put the dust in industry, or, at least, he took it out of it.
Here's my old thing step up here, Marigold, and be introduced. She's really nicer than she looks, Mrs. Petticoat." "Indeed I'm not," Marigold Leathersham cried gaily, "I couldn't be nobody could be!" She came running a beautiful, slim young woman, with a wealth of expensive looking gold hair, white and gold teeth that broke into a lavish smile.
This from Manley Knight, who constituted himself Daisy's proxy in the matter of cocktails and drank all that would have been Daisy's had her mother permitted. Goldwin Leathersham seemed to be acting as proxy for some debutante also, for he seemed to feel pretty bobbish, but Warble was only slightly interested in the whole matter.
"But here's the picture!" and proudly he exhibited a full length view of his own home. "Ptomaine Haul," he exploited, proudly. "Built every inch of it from the busy little ptomaines. Coral insects nothing on that, eh? And here's the sort of people I practice on. Old Leathersham, now he has a corking chateau French Renaissance. And Mrs. Charity Givens she has a Georgian shack.
Through booby-traps of half-open doors, on the lintel of which were perched pans full of live crabs or little boxes of mice. On rushed the horde, Mrs. Givens panting from over exertion, Goldie Leathersham limping because of a crab hanging to his great toe.
As she observed to Petticoat, one day, in exasperation, "There are only two classes of women in this world women who tell naughty stories, and women I have never met!" Also Lotta Munn was by way of being complimentary. She told Warble that old Leathersham thought her a peach, and that Trymie Icanspoon declared he was going to make love to her. That Mrs.
"It is all so new so wonderful " Miss Snow breathed, "I'm a debutante, you know, and I have scarcely butterflied out of my chrysalis yet. How splendid the Leathershams are. He has a heart of gold. Oh, he is such a good man, he says his life motto is the Golden Rule." "And Mrs. Leathersham?" asked Warble. "Marigold? Oh, yes, she's as good as gold, too. We're firm friends."
"I wasn't in the game at all! The hostess never should be. I was just eating what I wanted." "You're a dear," Marigold Leathersham said to her. "I'm going to love you. How your husband must adore you, you pretty thing." "Yes, he does." Warble stated. "At least, he says so." "He's a truthful man," Marigold declared, "you'd know that just to look at him. There's something in his face just now "
Leathersham I shall call him Goldie. They're all nice and friendly the men. But this town! Oh, my Heavens! I can't live through it! This Floating Island of a Tipsy Charlotte!" Her husband nudged her. "You look like you had a pain," he said; "Scared? I don't expect you to fit in at first. You have to get eased into things. It's different from Pittsburgh.
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