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Vicky Van by Carolyn Wells
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living, smiling in sheer gayety of heart, and pretty as a picture.

Her black hair was arranged in the newest style, that covered her ears
with soft loops and exposed the shape of her trim little head. It was
banded with a jeweled fillet, or whatever they call those Oriental
things they wear, and her big eyes with their long, dark lashes, her
pink cheeks and curved scarlet lips seemed to say, "the world owes me
a living and I'm going to collect."

Not as a matter of financial obligation, be it understood.

Vicky Van had money enough and though nothing about her home was
ostentatious or over ornate, it was quietly and in the best of taste
luxurious.

But I was describing Vicky herself. Her gown, the skirt part of it,
was a sort of mazy maize-colored thin stuff, rather short and rather
full, that swirled as she moved, and fluttered when she danced. The
bodice part, was of heavily gold-spangled material, and a kind of
overskirt arrangement was a lot of long gold fringe made of beads.
Instead of a yoke, there were shoulder straps of these same beads, and
the sleeves weren't there.

And yet, that costume was all right. Why, it was a rig I'd be glad to
see Winnie in, when she gets older, and if I've made it sound
rather--er--gay and festive, it's my bungling way of describing it,
and also, because Vicky's personality would add gayety and festivity
to any raiment.

Her little feet wore goldy slippers, and a lot of ribbons
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