At five o'clock Miss Lady, very radiant and apparently in high
spirits, presented herself at the Sequins'.
"May I come in just for a minute?" she asked at Margery's door. "I've
brought you some chrysanthemums. Uncle Jimpson brought them in from
Thornwood this morning. It's too bad you aren't so well."
Margery turned admiring eyes on the bright face above her.
"I'm no worse," she said, "just disappointed. I thought I was going to
have you all to myself this afternoon."
"But I didn't know you could have me! I'll run in and tell your
mother."
Mrs. Sequin, who was being insinuated into a very tight gown by the
sheer physical prowess of her maid, exclaimed with satisfaction as
Miss Lady entered:
"There, I knew it! The hat makes the costume. You are perfect! Now,
remember the people I want you to be especially nice to, Mrs. Gibbs,
Mrs. Marchmont--"
"The silly old woman that paints her face and wears the pearls like
moth balls? She drove around yesterday to tell me the name of her
hairdresser. It's always the people that haven't any hair that want to
have it dressed."
"Miss Lady! She is Mrs. Leslie Marchmont, the most sought after woman
in town!"
"I don't care, her horses look as if they had been fed on corn
stalks.
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