Everybody's Lonesome - A True Fairy Story by Clara E. Laughlin
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anything. They talked about the Red Cross campaign against
tuberculosis, or big game hunting in Africa, or the unerring accuracy of steel-workers on the skeletons of skyscrapers, throwing red-hot rivets across yawning spaces and striking the bucket, held to receive them, every time. And their talk was as simple, as eager, as unaffected, as hers had been as she talked with Godmother about her blue silk dress. All those things were a part of their world, as the blue dress was a part of hers. She was so interested that she forgot to be afraid. And by and by when Godmother had drifted off with some one and Mary Alice found herself alone with one man, she was feeling so "folksy" that she looked up at him and laughed. "Seems as if every one had found a 'burning theme'--all but us!" she said. The young man--he _was_ young, and very good-looking, in an unusual sort of way--flushed. "I don't know any of them," he said; "I'm a stranger." "So am I," said Mary Alice, "and I don't know any one either. But I'd like to know some of these people better; wouldn't you?" "I don't know," returned the young man. "I haven't seen much of people, and I don't feel at home with them." "Oh!" cried Mary Alice, quite excitedly, "you need a fairy godmother to tell you a Secret." |
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