Shall I turn in a paragraph? Just--did you have music? What's
your dress--in the Sunday society slush, of course, not the daily; 'fraid
the _Star_ won't take over a stick--. Greek a little bit? M-m-m--not
modistic exactly, but--but--."
Her abrupt sentences grew slower, paused, dropped to an awestruck whisper,
as she looked upon me. She added in her gravest manner: "Say, you're the
loveliest ever happened! The--very--limit!"
But awe and Cadge could not long live together. In a moment her mouth took
a comically benevolent quirk.
"And 'among those present'--" she asked; "who was that leaving just as I
got here?"
"Mrs. Robert Van Dam, schoolmate of my cousins. But you're not writing me
up, Cadge?"
Cadge whistled.
"Van Dam! How calmly the giddy child says it! Does your youngest cousin
make mud pies with duchesses? Say, she comes pretty near being one of the
'400.' But I'm off; a grist of copy to grind--talk of raving beauties,
you'll be the only one that won't rave!"
Of course Cadge wouldn't have talked just like that before the others, if
she had come earlier.
At bedtime Milly and Ethel ran to my room to talk things over, and my Aunt
came to shoo them off to bed, but she stayed and talked, too; and I've no
business to be writing at this shocking time of night, except, of course I
couldn't sleep and so I might as well.
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