Flower of the Dusk by Myrtle Reed
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crowd! The old ladies weren't interested, the spinsters sniffed, the
widow wept, and only the _divorcée_ took any notice of it. The prices were so ridiculous that I wouldn't let her unpack the box. I'd be ashamed to pay her the price she asked. It's made by a little lame girl up the main road. I'm to go up there sometime next week." "Fairy godmother?" asked Allan, good-naturedly. He had known Eloise for many years. "Perhaps," she answered, somewhat shamefaced. "What's the use of having money if you don't spend it?" [Sidenote: A Human Interest] They went into the hotel together, utterly oblivious of the eight pairs of curious eyes that were fastened upon them in a frank, open stare. The rocking-chairs scraped on the veranda as they instinctively drew closer together. A strong human interest, imperatively demanding immediate discussion, had come to Riverdale-by-the-Sea. VI A Letter [Sidenote: Discouraging Prospects] |
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