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Cornelia quieted a first impulse to resent this pursuit. "I don't think I'm very proud. I used to be proud when I was little; I guess you ought to have asked me then." "Oh, yes! Tell me about yourself!" Miss Maybough implored again, but she went on as before without giving Cornelia any chance to reply. "Of course, when I say mamma, I mean my step-mother.
"I don't believe I do," said Cornelia, taking up her drawing again, as if she were going on with it. "Horrors!" Miss Maybough put her hand out over the sketch. "You don't mean that you're going to carry it any farther?" "Why, it isn't finished yet," Cornelia began. "Of course it isn't, and it never ought to be! I hope you're not going to turn out a niggler! Please don't!
Maybough, who stood in a little desolation of her own, trying to look as if she were not there, and he had the inspiration to go and speak to her instead of her daughter; there were people enough speaking to Charmian, or seeming to speak to her, which serves much the same purpose on such occasions. She was looking her most mysterious, and he praised her peculiar charm to Mrs. Maybough.
Maybough seemed to think none the worse of them in the simple angularity which Cornelia gave them. Her friends began to come in at last, and Cornelia found herself, for the first time, in a company of those modern nomads whom prosperity and the various forms of indigestion have multiplied among us. They were mostly people whom Mrs.
After the first day Cornelia came out with the rest; Charmian Maybough said that one could not get into the spirit of the Synthesis unless one did; and in fact those who wished to work and those who would rather have played, as it seemed to her, met there in the same æsthetic equality.
You can't do anything with her when she's on duty, but she's a little dear when she isn't. You'll like her." Miss Maybough leaned toward her, and joined Cornelia in a study of her drawing. "How splendidly you're getting it. It's very chic. Oh, anybody can see that you've got genius!"
Plaisdell gave, in the first outburst, and caught nothing more of the talk which Charmian dropped, and then caught up again when the hand-clapping began. Some of the people went, and others came, with brief devoirs to Mrs. Maybough in the crepuscular corner where she sat.
Oh, if I could live in such a house with you, and with people like that just to look at!" "My dear!" said Mrs. Maybough. "They seem to be engaged," said Cornelia placidly, without sense of anything wrong in the appearance of the fact. "Evidently," said Mrs. Maybough. "I shouldn't care for the engagement," said Charmian. "That would be rather horrid.
Maybough had met in Europe, drinking different waters and sampling divers climates, and they had lately arrived home, or were just going abroad, or to Florida, or Colorado, or California. The men were not so sick as the women, but they were prosperous, and that was as good or as bad a reason for their homelessness.
"Wetmore, what was it you saw in my picture today, when you began with that 'Hello' of yours, and then broke off to say something else?" "Did I do that? Well, if you really wish to know " "I do!" "I'll tell you. I was going to ask you which of those two girls you had painted it from. The topography was the topography of Miss Maybough, but the landscape was the landscape of Miss Saunders."
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