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Updated: May 16, 2025
But the worst trial came one day when she was present at a committee meeting for a war-relief benefit and that fiend of a Pet Bettany proposed that one of the numbers should be Miss Silsby's troupe of Greek dancers. She asked if anybody had any objections, and when nobody spoke she turned to Kedzie and dared to ask her if she had ever seen the dancers.
"Wait till you hear what Miss Silsby's gotta say!" said one dryad, and another added: "Woisse than that is this: you know who that was you flang out at so regardless?" "I don't know, and I don't care," sobbed Kedzie. "You would care if you was wise to who His Nibs was!" "Who was it?" Kedzie gasped. "Jim Dyckman no less! You was right in his arms, and you hadda go an' biff him."
According to Miss Silsby's press-notices, "Members of wealthy and prominent families are taking up the new art." And perhaps they were doing as well by their children as more careful parents, since nothing is decent or indecent except by acclamation, and if nudity is made commonplace, there is one multitude of temptations removed from our curiosity.
Noxon turned from them to the dispersing nymphs of Miss Silsby's troupe. The nymphs were dressed in the fashion of 916 B.C. They also were laughing and snickering, as they sauntered toward the clump of trees and shrubs which masked their dressing-tent. One of them was not laughing Kedzie. She was slinking along in wet clothes and doused pride. The beautiful wrap that Mrs.
It was piled to overflowing with some of Miss Silsby's girls taking a seeing-Newport tour on the cheap. The driver was, or said he had been in his time, coachman to some of the oldest families. He ventured their names with familiarity and knew their houses by heart. He told quaint stories of their ways, how old Mrs.
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