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cealing the gray locks that soften the face, by either 

 covering the forehead with a sort of scrambled egg 

 arrangement of brown curls or mounting the horror 

 of a fat artificial pompadour ! 



The doorstep was reached at last, and the packages 

 stowed in the rockaway ; I breathed more freely, but 

 no, there was a last word, and it was not mine. 

 With her foot on the step, Aunt Lot turned to 

 say, 



" Now, Barbara, when Delia marries at Christmas, 

 you'll doubtless have difficulty in getting a waitress. 

 This commuting business, with early breakfast and 

 late dinner, and the dishes to wash up at goodness 

 knows what hours, isn't popular, and you'll have 

 trouble. But if you'll let me, I can get you a good 

 young woman from our town. She is not very 

 strong and she has never lived out, so she wouldn't 

 expect high wages, and I might keep her a few weeks 

 without pay to help me out and counsel and train 

 her for you." 



At this juncture from some cause known only to 

 Tim, the horse grew restive, and I had just sufficient 

 self-control left to cross the piazza., enter the house, 

 and close the door without banging it; then I flew 

 up to the attic, followed by Bluff, who had been in 

 hiding behind of the study sofa, as he had never 



