Enter Bridget by Thomas Cobb
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noisy expostulations, Carrissima turned to her brother--
"Lawrence," she said, "I am really in the most dreadful state of mind. I am beginning to wonder whether you could possibly have been right, after all." "Thank you," answered Lawrence stiffly. "But, of course, a prophet is not without honour----" "Yes, I know," Carrissima interrupted. "It's about Bridget." "What has she been doing?" asked Phoebe. "You remember she told us that to-day would be her birthday?" "The most barefaced hint I ever heard in my life," said Lawrence. "Well, I thought I would take her a small present----" "A pity you can't hold yourself in a little more," was the answer. "You must gush!" "Anyhow," Carrissima continued quite humbly, "I went to Donaldson's--Phoebe, I saw the duckiest little opal brooch. I was half tempted----" "For goodness' sake get along with the story!" cried Lawrence fretfully. "I bought a card-case--silver," said Carrissima. |
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