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Besides, I knew well enough that if they refused to see that I was practicaly grown up, if not entirely, I would get a lot of Sis's clothes, fixed up with new ribbons. Faded old things! I'd had them for years. Better to be considered a bad woman than an unformed child. "However, mother," I finished, "if it is any comfort to you, I did not buy that Flask. And I am not a confirmed alcoholic.
I had not had more than between three and four dollars worth of the evening, but I glansed again and Sis was boring holes into me with her eyes. Only Beresford knew nothing, and was trying to hold Sis's hand under her opera cloak. Any fool could tell that. But, as I was about to rise and stand poized, as one may say, for departure, I caught Adrian's eyes, with a gleam in their deep depths.
I had a headache, but she helped me into my street things, and got Sis's rose hat for me while Sis was at the telephone. Then we went out. First we telephoned Carter Brooks, and he said tomorrow morning would do, and he'd give a couple of reporters the word to hang around father's office at the mill. He said to have Adrian there at ten o'clock. "Are you sure your father will do it?" he asked.
Parmalee, who had stationed herself near the door, lifted her thin right arm and let it fall upon her lap. "Well, sir!" she exclaimed, "ef yander ain't Sis's bo!" Sis ran to the door, saw Woodward coming up the road, and blushed furiously a feat which Mrs. Hightower and Mrs. Parmalee, with all their experience, had rarely seen performed in that region. Woodward greeted Mrs.
"Sister's goin' to earn money, and Deanie shall have plenty of good things to eat next winter, and some shoes. She shan't be housed up every time it snows. Sis's goin' to " She broke off abruptly and kissed the small face with vehemence. "Good-bye," she managed to whisper, as she set the baby down and turned to her mother. The kindling touch of that farewell warmed her resolution yet.
As for being `blited, as per your note to me, remember that I am, also. Why not be blited together?" This latter, of course, is not serious, as he is eight years older than I, and even fills in at middle-aged Dinners, being handsome and dressing well, although poor. Sis's remarks were interupted by the clamor of the door bell.
This statement, which was not only plausible but true, gave a new direction to Sis's anger. "Well, I don't see how anybody that thinks anything of himself could be a mail-carrier for Sue Fraley!" she exclaimed scornfully; whereupon she flounced out, leaving Woodward in a state of bewilderment. He had not made love to the girl, principally because her moods were elusive and her methods unique.
At last I decided to try on one of Sis's frocks and see how I looked in it. I though, if it looked all right, I might hang over the stairs and see what I then scornfully termed "His Nibs." Never again shall I so call him. I got an evening gown from Sis's closet, and it fitted me quite well, although tight at the waste for me, owing to Basket Ball.
"Well, I can't get any wetter, and I'll work and keep warm. It won't do to have the water comin' in like this look here, there's a mud puddle right on Sis's back, an' she don't know it." He laughed and went out. It was quite dark, but the rain had nearly ceased.
How easy to put my hair up on my head, and then, by the servant's staircase, make my way to the seen below! I, however, considered that I looked pale, although Mature. I looked at least nineteen. So I went into Sis's room, which was full of evening wraps but emty, and put on a touch of rouge.
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