Sequin. "I get perfectly exasperated when
Cousin John does this way. There were at least a half dozen people I'd
promised to introduce to him. If he had no consideration for me he
ought to have for you. He has been keeping you at home entirely too
much. He forgets that you are twenty years his junior; he expects you
to act as if you were forty."
"No, he doesn't," protested Miss Lady loyally; "the Doctor never
expects anything of anybody that isn't right. He urged me to come,
didn't he, Connie?"
But Connie was absorbed in a trailing flounce that hung limply about
her feet.
"Look!" she cried tragically; "it's torn clear across the front. What
shall I do?"
"Margery's gowns would all be too long for you," said Mrs. Sequin,
viewing the rent through her lorgnette, "perhaps Marie can do
something with this."
"I won't wear it all tacked up!" cried Connie on the verge of tears;
"I'll go home first--"
"No, you won't," said Miss Lady; "this is your first grown-up party
and you've been counting on it for weeks. You are going to change
dresses with me. I don't mind a bit being hiked up a little, and,
besides, nobody's going to notice me.
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