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Informality was the watchword of the day, the guests having early been given the freedom of the house, and Miss Mullaly had strayed away from the others into the windowed room. "My sakes!" exclaimed Miss Crilly. "Isn't that a real Christmas celebration!" After the first outburst, the little party watched the gorgeous display almost in silence. "It is too grand for words," breathed Miss Major.
His farm is over there to the left a mile or two. Would you like to call on the bride?" "Yes, I should! Wouldn't you, Polly?" "First-rate! Let's!" was the eager answer. So at the next cross-road the car was turned that way. "I'm awfully glad you thought of it!" Polly turned to say. "I didn't think of going there," Miss Mullaly admitted, "but I'd love to. Won't she be surprised!"
Mis' Albright and Miss Mullaly and Miss Major and I, and I said, 'Come in and sit down! So I struck a light, and happened to glance this way! Well, I gave one scream, and looked round to make sure where I was; and Miss Mullaly she squealed out, 'How came that here? Then I spun across the room lively!
She runs over any blessed minute she wants to." "And she brings her friends with her," added Miss Castlevaine, "David Collins and his greataunt's daughter, Leonora Jocelyn, Patricia Illingworth, and Chris Morrow, and that girl they call Lilith, besides the Stickney boys up in Foxford huh!" "She must be pretty bold, when it's against the rule," observed Miss Mullaly. "No," dissented Mrs.
"We'd every one of us give our eye-teeth for such a ride with the president, and you know it!" "My! I guess we would!" Miss Crilly performed a pirouette. "I'd run my feet off to get into the car!" "Well, what did you talk about?" queried Miss Mullaly coaxingly. "Yes, we want to hear," urged Miss Crilly; "so when we go with him we shall know what to say."
You oughter seen Miss Mullaly if she didn't go hand-springin' over that wall!" "But what was it?" cried Mrs. Albright. "A cow!" "An ugly old cow!" "She went bellowin' like Sancho Panza set loose!" "Did she chase you? What did you do?" "She was coming for us, and we jumped over the wall! We were on our way home," explained Polly.
At 9 o'clock the President, Kid Mullaly, paced upon the floor with a lady on his arm. As the Loreley's was her hair golden. Her "yes" was softened to a "yah," but its quality of assent was patent to the most Milesian ears. She stepped upon her own train and blushed, and she smiled into the eyes of Kid Mullaly.
But now " She shook her head with hard emphasis. "She has been through a good deal," observed Mrs. Grace mildly. "No more'n I have!" was the retort. "If she'd stop thinking about herself and eat like other folks, she'd be better." "Nervous prostration patients have to be careful about their diet, don't they?" ventured Miss Mullaly. "She hasn't got it!" snapped Mrs. Crump. "She thinks she has."
"I suppose I mustn't speak to either of them, or David will be furious! I guess I'll go on and do as I like! There's Miss Crilly beckoning I promised her I'd walk a little way with her. Good-bye for now!" Miss Sterling saw Doodles come up a cross street, violin in hand, and run ahead to join Polly. She chuckled softly. "Where are we bound for to-day?" queried Miss Mullaly in her ear.
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