Penelope's Postscripts by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin
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this hotel in one hour and fifteen minutes; I telegraphed her the
night before last, and this letter is her reply." "Who is Egeria?" asked Atlas, looking up from his own letters. "She sounds like a character in a book." Mrs. Jack: "You begin, Penelope." Penelope: "No, I'd rather finish; then I can put in everything that you omit." Atlas: "Is there so much to tell?" Tommy: "Rather. Begin with her hair, Penelope." Mrs. Jack: "No; I'll do that! Don't rattle your knives and forks, shut up your Baedeker, Jackie, and listen while I quote what a certain poet wrote of Egeria when she last visited us:- "'She has a knot of russet hair: It seems a simple thing to wear Through years, despite of fashion's check, The same deep coil about the neck, But there it twined When first I knew her, And learned with passion to pursue her, And if she changed it, to my mind She were a creature of new kind. |
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