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Updated: June 2, 2025
"The boards is off the new window, an' it's jus' like the old one, an' ever'thing's lit up, an' it's snowin' like ever'thing!" Mr. Demry's party was to take place between the time he came home from the matinee and the time he returned for the evening performance.
"Such grand luck!" she exclaimed, in a low tone. "I just happened to think of a young fellow I know here in town Charlie Downs. He is always ready for anything going, and, when I telephoned him the predicament we are in, he said right away he would meet us down here and take us all to the matinée." "Charlie Downs," echoed Gay. "I never heard of him."
But come," she broke off, gaily dipping a macaroon in a glass of creme de menthe and offering it to him with a pretty gesture of camaraderie, "don't let's be gloomy any more. I want to take you with me to the matinee." "Is he coming?" asked de Vere, pointing at Mr. Overgold's empty chair. "Silly boy," laughed Dorothea. "Of course John is coming. You surely don't want to buy the tickets yourself."
There came a fine bright afternoon with no matinée and no washing or mending that needed to be done, when she suggested to Dolly that they go out for a good walk. Dolly didn't assent to the proposal, though the suggestion seemed to interest her. "Where is there to walk to?" she asked. "These towns are all alike." "I don't mean just a stroll around the town," Rose said. "Look here! I'll show you."
She even liked it, when, about half past one in the afternoon, on matinée days, the chorus-girls of the show now drawing to the end of its run, began dawdling in, passing shrill jokes with Bill Flynn, the fireman, rummaging through the mail in the letter-box, casually unfastening their clothes all the while, preliminary to kimonos and make-up, gathering in little knots about the sewing-machines and exclaiming in profane delight over the costumes.
He would have been much less complacent had he known the truth, which was this. At the matinée Mabel had certainly been at first surprised almost to admiration by an unexpected display of force on Caffyn's part.
Morning and evening they should be so frequent that we need not lose a whole hour on a "miss." In stormy weather we must find shelter in the station, comfortable or uncomfortable. On the husband's monthly ticket the rides may cost only a dime; when the wife and her visiting friends go to the matinée each punch counts for a quarter, and four quarters make a dollar.
There gathered, before the matinee and afterwards, not only all the pretty women who love a showy parade, but the men who love to gaze upon and admire them. It was a very imposing procession of pretty faces and fine clothes.
It was early afternoon, sunlit and pleasantly cold. The first rush of panic and the impulse to dash after, stayed, she forced herself down into a chair, striving with the utmost difficulty for coherence of procedure. Where in the half hour of her absence had her mother gone? Matinee? Impossible! Walking. Hardly probable.
"I was thinking we might go to a show to-night." "I don't want to go," said Carrie, annoyed that her fine visions should have thus been broken into and driven out of her mind. "I've been to the matinee this afternoon." "Oh, you have?" said Hurstwood. "What was it?" "A Gold Mine." "How was it?" "Pretty good," said Carrie. "And you don't want to go again to night?" "I don't think I do," she said.
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