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Miss Child, Miss Vedrine will help you out of 'First Love' behind the screen and put you into the 'Young Moon. What" sotto voce "are you laughing at this time?" "Nothing," said the smallest dryad meekly, though she gurgled under her breath. "We'd better go now, and I'll come back," hastily suggested Peter. "Don't bother to change behind the screen for us, please.
The men also were offered chairs by Miss Vedrine with a lovely play of eyelashes, but refused them: the chairs, not the eyelashes, which no man could have spurned, despite their scattered effect. "The white dress, moddam?" No doubt you know it is Mme. Nadine's custom to name her inspirations. Come here, if you please, Miss Child! This is 'First Love."
"No. But he named it and he sells it. It's the men who name things and sell things, not the ones who invent them, that get the money. My father is Peter Rolls, and I " "I hope you spell Rolls with an 'e," broke in Miss Vedrine. "Else it would remind me of something I want to forget." "Something you But maybe I can guess! What the ship does now?" "Don't speak of it!" they groaned. "I won't!
"We were just getting better!" wailed Miss Vedrine. "It was only a momentary excitement that cheered us," suggested Winifred Child. "What excitement?" they all wanted indignantly to know. "That man looking in." "Do you call that an excitement? Where have you lived?" "Well, a surprise, then. But would we have been better if it had been madame who looked in?"
I just thought: 'Good heavens! have we got to parade? Then, 'No, thank goodness, it's a man! And he was gone." "What should we do if a woman did come, and we had to get up?" wondered Miss Vedrine, whose great specialty was her profile and length of white throat. "She wouldn't be a woman; she'd be a monster, to care about clothes in weather like this," pronounced the golden-haired Miss Carroll.
"Oh, why did we leave our peaceful homes?" moaned Miss Vedrine. "I didn't," whispered Win. "Didn't what?" "Leave my peaceful home. If I'd had one I shouldn't be here." This was the first time she had volunteered or had had dragged out of her a word concerning her past. But at the moment no one could be keyed to interest in anything except preparation for the next wave.
They called each other Miss Devereux, Miss Carroll, Miss Tyndale, and Miss Vedrine, or else "dear." "I wish we could think he wanted to see us!" remarked Miss Tyndale. "I hope he didn't notice the basins," added Miss Vedrine "I think we hid them with our trains," said Miss Carroll. "Was he nice looking?" Miss Vedrine had courage to ask.
"A man!" breathed Miss Devereux, the abnormally tall girl in yellow chiffon over gold gauze. "Yes, dear. I wonder what he wanted?" sighed Miss Carroll, the girl in rose. The one in green was Miss Tyndale, the one in black and blue Miss Vedrine, all very becoming labels; and if they had Christian names of equal distinction to match, the alien known at home simply as "Win" had never heard them.
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