Flanking this were badges of divers shape and size,
representing societies to which she belonged. In the cabinet at her
left were still more disturbing treasures such as Gerald's first pair
of shoes, and the gavel that the last president of the Federated
Sisterhood had used before she had, as Mrs. Ivy was fond of saying,
"been called upon to hand in her resignation by the Board of Death."
Before the error of fatigue had been entirely erased from her mental
state, her eyes fell upon a pamphlet, and she immediately became
absorbed in its contents. It set forth the need for a Home for
Crippled Animals, and by the time she reached the second page she was
framing a motion to be presented to her club on the morrow. Mrs. Ivy
was greatly addicted to motions; in fact, it was one of her missions
in life continually to move that things should be other than they
were, without in any way supplying the motive power to change them.
While thus engaged she was interrupted by a belated caller. He was a
short, heavy-set young man, with a square prominent jaw, and a twinkle
in his eye.
"_Mister_ Decker!" exclaimed Mrs. Ivy, swimming toward him.
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