I couldn't account for it. To hide my disappointment--for
I do want to look my best to-morrow, and then everybody has taken so much
pains---I bent over Joy, tying and untying the ribbons that held the rings
of soft hair in front of her ears.
"Thop, Cothin Nelly; you hurt!" she screamed.
As soon as I could, I ran to take off the dress. How could Aunt so parade
me? Of course the women Mr. Hynes knows must have all their dresses from
city dressmakers.
But I believe, after all, he did notice, for I saw him colour before he
turned sharply away. To please Milly, he might at least--
He called the dress classic; it's just long, soft folds without messy
trimmings; and, oh, it's not vanity to peep at myself again and again and
to dream of to-morrow. I'm gloriously, gloriously beautiful! If John
comes to-morrow, I do hope he'll wear gloves. He has good hands, too;
well-shaped--
Why, of course; Mr. Hynes must admire me.
CHAPTER III.
SNARLING AT THE COUNCIL ROCK.
Jan. 10.
To-day has been heaven!
There was a famous lawyer among Aunt's guests and a United States Senator
and a real author, a woman who has written books; but people brushed past
them all for a word with me!
And I'm going to the Opera! I shall sit in a box.
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