We Girls: a Home Story by A. D. T. (Adeline Dutton Train) Whitney
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"I wish," said Ruth, "that we could have Lucilla Waters here." "My gracious!" cried Rosamond, startled into a soft explosion. "What for?" "Why, I think she'd like it," answered Ruth. "Well, I suppose Arctura Fish might 'like it' too," responded Rose, in a deadly quiet way now, that was the extreme of sarcasm. Ruth looked puzzled; as if she really considered what Rosamond suggested, not having thought of it before, and not quite knowing how to dispose of the thought since she had got it. Dakie Thayne was there; he sat holding some gold-colored wool for Mrs. Holabird to wind; she was giving herself the luxury of some pretty knitting,--making a bright little sofa affghan. Ruth had forgotten him at the instant, speaking out of a quiet pause and her own intent thought. She made up her mind presently,--partly at least,--and spoke again. "I don't believe," she said, "that it would be the next thing for Arctura Fish." Dakie Thayne's eyebrows went up, just that half perceptible line or two. "Do you think people ought always to have the next thing?" he asked. "It seems to me it must be somebody's fault if they don't," replied |
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