Bab: a Sub-Deb by Mary Roberts Rinehart
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ruin everything.
I locked the door behind Hannah, and stood with tradgic feet, "where the brook and river meet." What was I to do? How hide this evadence of my (presumed) duplicaty? I was inocent, but I looked gilty. This, as everyone knows, is worse than gilt. I unpacked the Suitcase as fast as I could, therfore, and being just about destracted, I bundled the things up and put them all together in the toy Closet, where all Sis's dolls and mine are, mine being mostly pretty badly gone, as I was always hard on dolls. How far removed were those Inocent Years when I played with dolls! Well, I knew Hannah pretty well, and therfore was not surprised when, having hidden the trowsers under a doll buggy, I heard mother's voice at the door. "Let me in, Barbara," she said. I closed the closet door, and said: "What is it, mother?" "Let me in." So I let her in, and pretended I expected her to kiss me, which she had not yet, on account of the whooping cough. But she seemed to have forgotten that. Also the Kiss. "Barbara," she said, in the meanest voice, "how long have you been smoking?" |
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