Miss Dolly looked straight in front of her.
"Nor with--" I began.
"Hullo, old chappie, where did you spring from?"
"Why, Archie!" cried Miss Dolly.
"Oh, how are you, Mickleham, old man? Take this seat; I'm just
off--just off. Yes, I was, upon my honor--got to meet a man at
the club. Goodbye, Miss Foster. Jove! I'm late!"
And as I went I heard Miss Dolly say, "I thought you were never
coming, Archie, dear!" Well, she didn't think he was coming just
then. No more did I.
CORDIAL RELATIONS
The other day I paid a call on Miss Dolly Foster for the purpose
of presenting to her my small offering on the occasion of her
marriage to Lord Mickleham. It was a pretty little bit of
jewelry--a pearl heart, broken (rubies played the part of blood)
and held together by a gold pin, set with diamonds, the whole
surmounted by an earl's coronet. I had taken some trouble about
it, and was grateful when Miss Dolly asked me to explain the
symbolism.
"It is my heart," I observed. "The fracture is your making; the
pin--"
Here Miss Dolly interrupted; to tell the truth I was not sorry,
for I was fairly graveled for the meaning of the pin.
"What nonsense, Mr. Carter!" she said; "but it's awfully pretty.
Thanks so very very much.
Pages:
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26