And while Clyde paid for them, she posed before
themirror, adjusting them to her taste. I couldachucked my job, and I woulda, only
for the nice people down at thestore and Mr. The uncalculated honesty of it
flattered her not a little. Andtheir parents thought nothing of it,
evidently.
And her cheeks and lips were rouged a little. I
aint been so tired in I dont know when.
Theres goin to be mostly dancing atKitties. We
thought your dinner would be allover by now. Well, heaven help me, is all I have to
say, put in Hortense.
The house of Kittie Keane was little morethan a
cottage in a poor street under bare December trees. And she was smoking acigarette
and tapping her gold slippers to the melody of the piano. The house of Kittie Keane
was little morethan a cottage in a poor street under bare December trees. The skin
of his forehead crinkled and thensmoothed out.
They were gracefully gliding about as themusic
continued.
And she was smoking acigarette and tapping her gold
slippers to the melody of the piano.
He might fall into the hands of Greta or Louise. He
looked directlyat her, his eyes lit with admiration, an eager yearning fillingthem.
I could show you in a few minutes after dinner if youwanted to.
Indeed her effect on him made himswallow quickly
and half choke on the coffee he had just taken. Yet for the moment he would not
trust himself tosay anything or make any further inquiries. Indeed the thing began
on theoccasion of his first visit to the Ratterers.
So she tossed her head andsmiled, falling into step
with him as he moved up the street. Well, I got stuck to-night on account of some
mix-up in mysales-book. At the sametime, the natural coquetry of her nature would
not permit her torelinquish him.
And in front of every couplewas a little table with
a bottle of whisky upon it. And I had to go up to the cashiers office.
Youtwoll get sick and Louise, too, if you dont get
more rest.