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Sit down. Every chair in the studio's on a furlough." "So I see." "You left the studio in something of a mess. Sid tried to straighten it out and nearly had brain fever. Got to babbling and wringing his hands and we sent for Haggerty. She went on an order bust for two days." "The old shrew! I suppose everything in the place is under something."
Let's go back to our belongings. Now, Thompson, business first and pleasure after, you know. You take the Barclay Street boat. If I don't get time to see you before noon to-morrow you run up to the office and see me. It's only a block from the Cornucopia. I've got to go the other way, and so does Loring at least his studio's uptown. I say, Loring, tell Mr. Thompson what's doing at the theatres.
On the third day hundreds of primrose-yellow envelopes, inscribed in green ink to the studio's clients, poured into the letter-chute. Within them an announcement printed in flowing green script read, under Felicity's letterhead, "I offer twenty-one original designs for spring raiment, created by me under the inspiration of a sojourn in the South.
Followed quick steps on the steep, uncarpeted stairs, and a knock on the studio's door. "Come in," said I. The door opened and a girl in a lilac dress swept into the room. "I'm afraid I'm awfully la O-o-oh!" she said. "If it isn't her!" said I. For a moment we stood looking at one another with big eyes. Then: "Where's Mr. Larel?" she demanded. "He'll be here in a moment. Won't you sit down?
It was from this that all the light in the studio proceeded at present, and though there was no fireplace, the room was warm indeed, insufferably hot. This fact, taken together with the studio's proximity to the tower, made me feel more certain than before that some flue in this modern portion of the house had caught fire.
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