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Updated: June 1, 2025


Mother says there are far more kind people in the world than unkind ones." Marjory looked at the sweet face beside her, and thought that it would be a very unkind person indeed who could be unkind to Blanche. Then she said, rather sadly, "Uncle George seems quite a different person with you." "O Marj, he's a dear old thing. I felt sure he was directly I saw him.

Andrews rose to go, and the girls, after saying good-bye to the boys, accompanied her to the apartment. "I looked at every waitress in the dining-room," said Marjorie, when she and Lily were alone in their room, "and I tried to see all the people I could on the streets to-day, but none of them looked like Frieda!" "Oh, Marj! You're hopeless!" replied Lily, in exasperation.

And she gave her friend a loving hug; then continuing, "I don't suppose the fairies would talk to a boy like they do to you." "No, they say that they only talk to people who believe in them," laughing, and looking at Blanche. "I say, Marj," said Blanche suddenly, "do you believe in ghosts?" "No. Why?"

A white proposition, too, Marj. A baby could listen to it." "Yes, yes, Blink, but not now. When you get lit up you you oughtn't begin to dream about those millionaire propositions, Blink. Try and keep your wits." "A baby could listen to this here proposition, Marj. And big money, too, Marj. It's diamonds for you."

At quarter after four Lily looked at her watch. "I'm dead, Marj!" she announced. "Let's go and get some hot chocolate, and then go home." "All right," agreed Marjorie reluctantly. "But I sort of hate to leave. By the way, Lil, have you been noticing the salesgirls?" "Not 'specially. Why?" "I thought one of them might be Frieda."

"Did you have a nice time, Marj?" asked Ruth, rather disagreeably, as Marjorie climbed into the car again. "You stayed long enough!" "The best time I ever had in my life!" replied the happy girl, emphatically and truthfully. When Mrs. Hadley afterwards spoke of Marjorie Wilkinson, she called her "the girl with the shining eyes."

"Harry's." "Well, I guess not." "Buy you a dinner." "But you're flat as your hand." He set up a jingling in his left pocket. "I am, am I?" "Well, I'm not going." "When you going to cut this comedy, Marj?" "I'm not. I'm just beginning." "Breaking into high society, eh? Fine chance." "Yes, with the gang of you down there hanging on like the plague, I got a swell chance, nix."

"It's because we know you too well, Marj. Knew you when you had two black pigtails and used to carry a bucket into the family entrance of Harry's place, crying with madness every time your old man sent you. Gad! I can see you yet, sweetness, with your big black eyes blacker than ever, and steering home your old man from off a jamboree."

The train arrived just on time and the girls went directly to their rooms. Marjorie proceeded to tell Lily all about the dance. "Is that what makes you look so happy, Marj?" "Partly; but there's something else, too." "Don't you want to tell me about it?" This softly, without curiosity. "I'm dying to, Lil; but I'm so afraid it won't come true, I just don't dare. It's too wonderful!"

Wind slewed as through a canon, whistling in high pitch. "Gee!" "Fine little joy lane for your Christmas Eve, eh? Don't go, Marj. Have a heart and be a sport. Let me blow you to a supper down at Harry's for old times' sake. Didn't you promise my old woman to keep an eye on me? Didn't you? For old times' sake, Marj. It's Christmas."

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