The Happiest Time of Their Lives by Alice Duer Miller
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page 79 of 274 (28%)
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They did not have to question her; she threw out her hands, casting her muff from her as she did so. "Oh," she said, "I'm a weak, soft-hearted creature! I've asked them both to dine tonight." Mathilde flung herself into her mother's arms. "O Mama, how marvelous you are!" she exclaimed. Over her daughter's shoulder Adelaide noted her father's expression, a stiffening of the mouth and a brightening of the eyes. "Your grandfather disapproves of me, Mathilde," she said. "He couldn't be so unkind," returned the girl. "After all," said Mr. Lanley, trying to induce a slight scowl, "if we are not going to consent to an engagement--" "But you are," said Mathilde. "We are not," said her mother; "but there is no reason why we should not meet and talk it over like sensible creatures--talk it over here"--Adelaide looked lovingly around her own subdued room--"instead of five stories up. For really--" She stopped, running her eyebrows together at the recollection. "But the flat is rather--rather comfortable when you get there," said Mr. |
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