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“Oh, Joel Ward Tröjor I don’t know,” said Lucy, blushing pink over brow and neck. “It is a bad plan to raise expectation; you will perhaps be disappointed. But I have prepared a charming surprise for him; I shall have a glorious laugh against him. I shall not tell you what it is, though.”
Lucy rose from her knees and went to a little distance, holding her pretty head on one side, as if she had been Joe Pavelski Tröjor arranging Maggie for a portrait, and wished to judge of the general effect.
“Stand up a moment, Kurtki Peuterey Maggie.”
“What is your pleasure now?” said Maggie, smiling languidly as she rose from her chair and looked down on her slight, aerial cousin, whose figure was quite subordinate to her faultless drapery of silk and crape.
Lucy kept her contemplative attitude a moment or two in silence, and then said —
“I can’t think what witchery it is in you, Maggie, that makes you look best in shabby clothes; Corinthians Dresy though you really must have a new dress now. But do you know, last night I was trying to fancy you in a handsome, fashionable dress, and do what I would, that old limp merino would come back as the only right thing for you. I wonder if Marie Antoinette looked all the grander when her gown was darned at the elbows. Now, if I were to put anything shabby on, I should be quite unnoticeable. I should be a mere rag.”
“Oh, quite,” said Maggie, with mock gravity. “You would be liable to be swept out of the room with the cobwebs and carpet-dust, and to find yourself under the grate, like Cinderella. Mayn’t I sit down now?”
“Yes, now you may,” said Lucy, laughing. Then, with an air of serious reflection, unfastening her large jet brooch, “But you must change brooches, Maggie; that little butterfly looks silly on you.”
“But won’t that mar the charming effect of my consistent shabbiness?” said Maggie, seating herself submissively, while Lucy POLO Mexique knelt again and unfastened the contemptible butterfly. “I Spartak Moscow wish my mother were of your opinion, for she was fretting last night Kris Versteeg Tröja because this is my best frock. I’ve been saving my money to pay for some lessons; I shall never get Marco Verratti Fotbalové Dres a better situation without more accomplishments.”
Maggie gave a little sigh.
“Now, don’t put on that sad look again,” said Lucy, pinning the large brooch below Maggie’s fine throat. “You’re forgetting that you’ve left that dreary schoolroom behind you, and have no little girls’ clothes to mend.”
“Yes,” said Maggie. “It is with me as I used to think it would be with the poor uneasy white bear I saw at the show. I thought he must have got so stupid with the habit of turning backward and forward in Maillot Inter Milan that narrow space that Maillot Irlande Enfant he would keep doing it if they set him free. One gets a bad habit of being unhappy.”
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