Contrary Mary by Temple Bailey
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"I can hear so much better in a crowd." she said, "and then there's so
much to see." "And this is the time for the celebrities," said Porter, and wrote on the corner of the supper card the name of a famous Russian countess at the table next to them. Beyond was the Speaker of the House; the British Ambassador with his fair company of ladies; the Spanish Ambassador at a table of darker beauties. Mary, listening to Porter's pleasant voice, was constrained to admit that he could be charming. As for the freckles and "carrot-head," they had been succeeded by a fine if somewhat florid complexion, and the curled thickness of his brilliant crown gave to his head an almost classic beauty. As she studied him, his eyes met hers, and he surprised her by a quick smile of understanding. "Oh, Contrary Mary," he murmured, so that the rest could not hear, "what do you think of me?" She found herself blushing, "_Porter._" "You were weighing me in the balance? Red head against my lovely disposition?" Before she could answer, he had turned back to Aunt Isabelle, leaving Mary with her cheeks hot. After supper, the young host insisted that Leila and the General should |
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