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Updated: May 25, 2025
"Those two, right here," said Airey, following his friend's glance, "are Miss McArgent and Miss Dash." "Aw they pretty girls?" pursued Vivian Standish, replacing his Havana in his handsome mouth.
She is in this complaining mood to-day, but she half suspects that Miss McArgent, is inwardly enjoying her discomfiture, and so quickly changes the subject. "I wonder what has become of Guy Elersley; Emily. do you know?" she asks in a puzzled tone. "He was not at any of the parties these three weeks. Perhaps he is ill or out of town."
Emily McArgent wants to pretend she does not see them, but Miss Dash would not willingly sacrifice all those bows for worlds, and so she gives her plush bonnet a graceful toss upwards and brings it back to its place as her face becomes wreathed with smiles. "I had to bow, Emily," Bella Dash says, persuasively, "for they saw us, but if I meet Walter Burnett alone I'll cut him sure.
In fact they are a great many things that are too numerous and too uninteresting to mention. But to Miss Dash and her friend Miss McArgent, who are walking up Wellington street at this moment, they are the most important group of individuals in the whole human menagerie.
The two ladies bowed and passed on. "Did you see the new arrival," asked Miss Dash, looking questioningly at her friend, "who is he, I wonder?" "He looks like some of the Military College fellows," said Emily McArgent, a little more composedly, "I wish Willie Airey would bring him along." "Let's pass them again," Bella suggested, "and perhaps he will."
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