Everybody's Lonesome - A True Fairy Story by Clara E. Laughlin
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himself."
"I don't care if he doesn't," laughed Mary Alice; "he's a nice man, and he seemed to be real----" And then she stopped again and looked mysteriously knowing. And Godmother nodded approvingly. "I loved the party," murmured Mary Alice, happily, as Godmother bent over to give her her last good-night kiss. "I never supposed a party where one didn't know a soul could be so nice." "Knowing or not knowing people makes much less difference--when you remember the Secret. Don't you find it so?" said Godmother. And Mary Alice assented. "Yes, oh, yes! It's a wonderful magic--the dear Secret is," she said. VII AT CANDLE-LIGHTIN' TIME The next morning, Mary Alice wanted to know who everybody was; and Godmother told her--every one but "the young man lion" as she called him. The home they had been to was that of a celebrated editor and man of letters who numbered among his friends the most delightful people of many nations. The guests represented a variety of talents. The large, dark, distinctly-foreign looking man was the great baritone of one of the opera houses. The younger man, with the long, dark hair, was a |
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