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Roast Beef, Medium by Edna Ferber
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such show."

"Well, it will look that way to me, anyway," said Emma McChesney.
"I've wired Jock to meet me to-morrow, and I'm going to give the child
a really sizzling little vacation. But to-night you and I will have an
old-girl frolic. We'll have dinner together somewhere downtown, and
then we'll go to the theater, and after that I'm coming out to that
blessed flat of yours and sleep between real sheets. We'll have some
sandwiches and beer and other things out of the ice-box, and then
we'll have a bathroom bee. We'll let down our back hair, and slap cold
cream around, and tell our hearts' secrets and use up all the hot
water. Lordy! It will be a luxury to have a bath in a tub that doesn't
make you feel as though you wanted to scrub it out with lye and
carbolic. Come on, Mary Cutting."

Mary Cutting's pink cheeks dimpled like a girl's.

[Illustration: "'You'll never grow up, Emma McChesney'"]

"You'll never grow up, Emma McChesney--at least, I hope you never
will. Sit there in the corner and be a good child, and I'll be ready
for you in ten minutes."

Peace settled down on the tiny office. Emma McChesney, there in her
corner, surveyed the little room with entire approval. It breathed of
things restful, wholesome, comforting. There was a bowl of sweet peas
on the desk; there was an Indian sweet grass basket filled with autumn
leaves in the corner; there was an air of orderliness and good taste;
and there was the pink-cheeked, white-haired woman at the desk.

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