Contrary Mary by Temple Bailey
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"Well, she's dazzling."
Leila flamed. "I don't see how you can like--her kind----" "Little lady," he admonished, "you're jealous. I danced four dances with her, and only one with your new pink slippers." She stuck out a small foot. "They're lovely, Barry," she said, repentantly, "and I haven't thanked you." "Why should you? Just look pleasant, please. I've had enough scolding for one day." "Who scolded?" "Mary." Leila glanced into the dining-room, where, in her slim fairness, Mary was like a pale lily, among all the tulip women, and poppy women, and orchid women, and night-shade women of the social garden. "If Mary scolded you, you deserved it," she said, loyally. "You too? Leila, if you don't stick to me, I might as well give up." His face was moody, brooding. She forgot the Delilah-dancer of the afternoon, forgot everything except that this wonderful man-creature was in trouble. "Barry," she said, simply, like a child, "I'll stick to you until |
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