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Yesterday, I had a wonderful expei 
ence. There were two of us. One j 
them was a charming little old lady J 
a wheel chair. Her dress was blacf 
Around her neck and a bit over hi 
shoulders, was a soft white kerchi^ 
pinned just above the waist with an ol 
timev cameo. Peeping from her culj 
was 'a fold of white. In her hair, 
sprav of heliotrope. I 
Her face wore an expression of pan] 
battle, mingled with a rare sweetnel 
that fairly liUed the room. I 
She is my Chum Tom's Aunt Elvi^ 
a crippled shut-in for twenty-five yeai 
As is inevitable these days, we talW 
of the war. How her eyes glistened I 
telling of the French soldiers and th^ 
patlietic attempts to have flowers 
their trenches. . J 
Then with a gesture she immediate 
changed the conversation, telling of tl 
amusing antic of her dog Rex when tl 
new wiiite kitten was brought in fro| 
the stable. 
