. The Ladies' home journal. hehadnt had time for it during her busy morn-ing. She nodded awake in the dingy twilight,the newspaper rustling against the hem ofher skirt. There had been a knock at thedoor—Edward still knocked like a boy, inthe rhythm of a popular song. She startedout of her chair too quickly and had to sitdown again, dizzy for a moment, blinking assomeone switched on the light. Mother Negley! What a way to spendyour birthday! Alison, laughing, sleek inblack satin, was coming toward her, her highhat foaming with feathers, the new diamondclip flashing under the orchid on her shoul
. The Ladies' home journal. hehadnt had time for it during her busy morn-ing. She nodded awake in the dingy twilight,the newspaper rustling against the hem ofher skirt. There had been a knock at thedoor—Edward still knocked like a boy, inthe rhythm of a popular song. She startedout of her chair too quickly and had to sitdown again, dizzy for a moment, blinking assomeone switched on the light. Mother Negley! What a way to spendyour birthday! Alison, laughing, sleek inblack satin, was coming toward her, her highhat foaming with feathers, the new diamondclip flashing under the orchid on her shoul-der. As she bent for a light kiss, her rich ex-citing perfume was another, warmer caress. Sorry were so late. Edward, pink andrelaxed as if hed just left the barbershop,rubbed his smooth cheek against hers andlaid a huge tissued box in her lap. Such a lovely silver ribbon; shed save always took such pains with herpackages. For me? With knobby fingers,she fumbled with the bow. 0nfy Mie ffieAt fct &««\ Maty. y; wsiri > % Gibbs Underwear /ej> tJji/ff/tfo a/it/ ^-w/if/f/j>t jt
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