Dorothy Dainty at Glenmore by Amy Brooks
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cents to us, or obtain our tonic at any drug-store. Directions inside
package." It must have been the best of good luck that had prompted her to neglect her lessons, and spend the evening hours with the magazine, she thought. She was far too impatient to wait to receive the tonic by mail. She had never been to the local drug-store, so the clerks would not know her, but if any of the Glenmore girls were there, she would buy some candy, and wait until another day to obtain the tonic. She drew a long breath when she saw, upon entering, that she was the only customer. The clerk thought it odd that a little girl should be buying a complexion-beautifier, but concluded that she, doubtless, was doing the errand for some older person. Night came, and at the hour when Vera and Elf with Betty and Valerie were tasting their goodies, and listening to every sound that might be approaching footsteps, Ida Mayo, not a whit less excited, was breathlessly reading the directions for applying the tonic. "Spread the tonic over the face, rubbing it thoroughly into the skin. Let it remain all night. You will be astonished at the result." A dozen times during the night she had been awakened with the scalding, burning of her face. The directions had said that the skin would probably burn, but the result in the morning would fully repay the user, |
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