But
they're not all deadly; there's 'creme de menthe' now--the pep'mint
extract Ma used to give me for stomach-ache."
Cadge laughed with me, but she turned quickly grave again.
"Mind what I tell you, Princess," she said, "and never, never drink even
'pep'mint extract' in the house like that, alone; if you do, I see your
finish; reporters learn a thing or two."
She's right--for ordinary women. But I told her the truth; I don't care
for wine. I've seen girls flushed at dinner, but I know too much of
physiology, and I care too much for my beauty.
Still, in emergencies----
Emergencies--oh! I could have named to her the very day I first tasted
wine. It was here in the Nicaragua, the day Darmstetter----
Well, well,--I mustn't think about that. I can't understand why I don't
hear from Father. Impossible to make him see how different are my present
tastes and pressing needs from those I brought from home. I hope he won't
delay long about the money.
My position is becoming intolerable. I owe the butcher, grocer, furniture
dealer, photographer--and the milliner is the worst of all. The money I
got from the _Star_ is filched from me by people who need it far less
than I.
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