"Helen," she said, turning as she reached it, "I have such bad symptoms!
Am I really the only girl that's jealous of you?"
"The only one that isn't jealous, you--you dear!" I exclaimed; and I
believe it's almost true!
Kitty paused in the hall, playing with the roses in a bowl upon the table.
"We hear something of how the dowagers adore you. But let 'em wag their
double chins; you'll scat the old cats from their cushions!" she said.
At the impetuous outflinging of her hands, the floor was strewn with pink
petals.
"Cats?" repeated Mrs. Whitney, who just then made her appearance, "are
they a hobby with Miss Reid?"
"I'd drown 'em," cried Kitty, vanishing, "nine times!"
Oh, I'm weary of these bickerings; so womanish! Every creature whose rival
I could possibly become is my enemy. I don't blame them. What chance have
they while I am present? Women who agree about nothing else make common
cause against one who surpasses them. They are like prairie wolves that
run in packs to pull down the buffalo, and I shall pity them as I would
pity wolves. They shall find that I have a long memory.
I have decided.
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