Flower of the Dusk by Myrtle Reed
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excitement and her eyes shone like stars. When she took the check, which
Eloise wrote with an accustomed air, she could scarcely speak, but managed to stammer out, "Thank you." "You needn't," said Eloise, coolly, "for I'm only buying what I want at a price I consider very reasonable and fair. If you'll get some samples of your work ready, I'll send up for them, and hurry them on to my friend who is to put them into the Woman's Exchange. And please don't sell anything more just now. I've just thought of a friend whose daughter is going to be married soon, and she may want me to select some things for her." "You're a fairy godmother," said Barbara. "This morning we were poor and discouraged. You came in and waved your wand, and now we are rich. I have heart for anything now." [Sidenote: Always Rich] "You are always rich while you have courage, and without it Croesus himself would be poor. It's not the circumstance, remember--it's the way you meet it." "I know," said Barbara, but her eyes filled with tears of gratitude, nevertheless. Ambrose North came in from the street, and immediately felt the presence of a stranger in the room. "Who is here?" he asked. "This is Miss Wynne, Father. She is stopping at the hotel and came up to call." |
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