The Second Generation by David Graham Phillips
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"Don't be silly," was her answer. "You know you wouldn't take all this
trouble on a desert island." "Of course not," he admitted, "but I don't care for the opinion of any but those capable of appreciating." "And those capable of appreciating are only those who approve," teased Adelaide. "Why drive tandem among these 'jays?'" "To keep my hand in," replied he; and his adroit escape restored his good humor. "I wish I were as free from vanity as you are, Arthur, dear," said she. "You're just as fond of making a sensation as I am," replied he. "And, my eye, Del! but you _do_ know how." This with an admiring glance at her most becoming hat with its great, gracefully draped _chiffon_ veil, and at her dazzling white dust-coat with its deep blue facings that matched her eyes. She laughed. "Just wait till you see my new dresses--and hats." "Another shock for your poor father." "Shock of joy." "Yes," assented Arthur, rather glumly; "he'll take anything off you. But when I--" "It's no compliment to me," she cut in, the prompter to admit the truth |
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