Sorosis . ^. Vol. XXI. FEBRUARY, 1915 No. 6 THE HAPPIER WOMAN Jane was sitting on the porch steps, shelling peas. Shewore an absurdly small apron, and a lock of brown hair wasloose and continually getting into her eyes. Jane was prettyand looked younger than her twenty-four years. ElizabethArmstrong had said of her, years ago, that she was an ador-able child—one whom men would instinctively want to please,and Jane had not changed much since then. I havent seen Elizabeth for almost five years, she used to be the greatest chums when we were was a real tomboy; I remember on
Sorosis . ^. Vol. XXI. FEBRUARY, 1915 No. 6 THE HAPPIER WOMAN Jane was sitting on the porch steps, shelling peas. Shewore an absurdly small apron, and a lock of brown hair wasloose and continually getting into her eyes. Jane was prettyand looked younger than her twenty-four years. ElizabethArmstrong had said of her, years ago, that she was an ador-able child—one whom men would instinctively want to please,and Jane had not changed much since then. I havent seen Elizabeth for almost five years, she used to be the greatest chums when we were was a real tomboy; I remember once she fell off the porchroof. Since she went into business in New York and hermother died, weve lost sight of each other. Oh, dear, I wishit were five oclock! They say she has become a very success-ful business woman. Her cousin, young Dr. Archer, who lived with his motherjust across the way, was sitting a few steps below her, whit-tling a stick with much industry. How old is she? he asked. Oh, a little ol
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