Who Cares? a story of adolescence by Cosmo Hamilton
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about the right set and all that, as you do. I'm bound to. At
present everything's new and exciting, and I'm whipping it up. You wait a little. I'll cut out some of the dull and pompous when I've got things going, and limit myself to red-blooded speed-breakers. Give me time, Alice." She sat down at the piano and crashed out a fox-trot that was all over town. No one would have imagined from her freshness and vivacity that she had been dancing until daylight every night that week. "Well," said Alice when she could be heard, "I see you making history, my dear; there's no doubt about that." "None whatever," answered Joan. "I'm outside the walls at last, and I'll go the pace until the ambulance comes." "With or without Martin Gray?" "With, if he's quick enough--without, if not." "Be careful," said Alice. "Not I, my dear. I left care away back in the country with my little old frocks." Alice held out her hand. "You bewilder me a little," she said. "You make me feel as if I were in a high wind. You did when we were at school, I remember. Well, don't bother to thank me for having got up this party." She added this a little dryly. |
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