"Daisy, when is your mother coming home?" — "Oh, she is gone
to China; Daisy's mother is gone to China!" — "She'll bring
you lots of queer things, won't she?" — "What a sweet dress!"
— "_That_ didn't come from China?" — "Daisy, who's head in
mathematics, you or St. Clair? I hope you will get before
her!"
"Why?" I ventured to ask.
"Oh, you're the best of the two; everybody knows that. But St.
Clair is smart, isn't she?"
"She thinks she is," answered another speaker; "she believes
she's at the tip top of creation; but she never had such a
pretty dress on as that in her days; and she knows it and she
don't like it. It's real fun to see St. Clair beat! she thinks
she is so much better than other girls, and she has such a way
of twisting that upper lip of hers. Do you know how St. Clair
twists her upper lip? Look! — she's doing it now."
"She's handsome though, aint she?" said Miss Macy. "She'll be
beautiful."
"No," said Mlle. Genevieve; "not that. Never that. She will be
handsome; but beauty is a thing of the soul.
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