The Motor Girls on Waters Blue - Or the Strange Cruise of the Tartar by Margaret Penrose
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light was best, was industriously engaged in mending a hole in one of
her silk stockings. She held it off at arm's length, on her spread-out hand, as if to judge whether the repair would show when the article was worn. "I just can't do another stitch!" Cora said. "It makes me so--nervous." "It's beautiful lace--a lovely pattern," spoke Belle, as she picked it up from the table. "I don't see how Inez carries them all in her head," for Cora was working out a model set for her by the Spanish girl. "Nor I," said did Bess, "It's perfectly wonderful." She glanced at Cora, who had gone to stand by another window to watch for signs of clearing weather, that, of late, had come with more certain promise. "There! I think that will do!" announced Bess, as she cut off the silk thread. "I wonder if we shall ever get to the point where we can go without stockings, as the Spanish ladies do here." "Do they?" asked Cora, absently. "I hadn't noticed." "They do indeed, my dear," answered her chum. "I read about it, but I didn't believe it until Inez took us to call on Senora Malachita the other day--Belle and I--you didn't come, you know." "I remember." |
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