"
"Oh, you dear, good, patient Rosalind, what a bore she must have
been."
"No, she wasn't, for I scarcely saw anything of her. She amused
herself capitally without me, I can tell you."
"Amused herself? Propriety amused herself? How diverting! Could she
stoop to it?"
"She did. She stooped and-- conquered. She secured for herself an
adorer."
"Rosalind, how absurd you are! Poor, Plain Propriety!"
"As long as I live I shall hate the letter P," suddenly interrupted
Annie Day, "for since that disagreeable girl has got into the house we
are always using it."
"Never mind, Rosalind; go on with your story," said Miss Jones. "What
did Plain Propriety do?"
Rosalind threw up her hands, rolled her eyes skyward and uttered the
terse remark:
"She flirted!"
"Oh, Rosie! who would flirt with her? I suppose she got hold of some
old rusty, musty don. But then I do not suppose you'd find that sort
of man at the Elliot-Smiths'."
This remark came from Lucy Marsh. Rosalind Merton, who was leaning her
fair head against a dark velvet cushion, looked as if she enjoyed the
situation immensely.
"What do you say to a Senior Wrangler?" she asked in a gentle voice.
"Rosalind, what-- not the Senior Wrangler?"
Rosalind nodded.
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