Winter Evening Tales by Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr
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"_Writer?_"
"Yes." "Writes books and magazine articles and things?" "Yes." Kitty thought profoundly for a few moments, and then said, "_I thought so._ I wish Jack Warner was at home." "What for?" "Only a little matter I should like to have out with him; but it will keep." Jack, however, went South without visiting New York, and when he returned, pretty Kitty Duffan had been Mrs. Max Raymond for two years. His first visit was to Tom Duffan's parlor-studio. He was painting and singing and chatting to his wife as usual. It was so like old times that Jack's eyes filled at the memory when he asked where and how was Mrs. Raymond. "Oh, the professor had bought a beautiful place eight miles from the city. Kitty and he preferred the country. Would he go and see them?" Certainly Jack would go. To tell the truth, he was curious to see what other miracles matrimony had wrought upon Kitty. So he went, and came back wondering. |
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