Bab: a Sub-Deb by Mary Roberts Rinehart
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after dinner and WORM yourself into this party, I'll show you."
She flounsed out, and shortly afterwards mother took a minute from the Florest, and came upstairs. "I do hope you are not going to be troublesome, Barbara," she said. "You are too young to understand, but I want everything to go well tonight, and Leila ought not to be worried." "Can't I dance a little?" "You can sit on the stairs and watch." She looked fidgity. "I--I'll send up a nice dinner, and you can put on your dark blue, with a fresh collar, and--it ought to satisfy you, Barbara, that you are at home and posibly have brought the meazles with you, without making a lot of fuss. When you come out----" "Oh, very well," I murmured, in a resined tone. "I don't care enough about it to want to dance with a lot of Souses anyhow." "Barbara!" said mother. "I suppose you have some one on the String for her," I said, with the ABANDON of my thwarted Hopes. "Well, I hope she gets him. Because if not I darsay I shall be kept in the Cradle for years to come." "You will come out when you reach a proper Age," she said, "if your Impertanence does not kill me off before my Time." Dear Dairy, I am fond of my mother, and I felt repentent and stricken. |
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