A Social Meteor — page 160: what you’re looking at

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150 A SOCIAL METEOR. “It’s too provoking,” answered Ray, irritably. “Of course our dinner’s knocked in the head, for who wants to go so far in a storm like this? It’s just my luck.” “Oh, no, it will stop before long, I hope, and anyway, you know, we can go in a sleigh whether it does or not, and you’ll enjoy the ride ever so much more than you would a drive.” Ray brightened a little at this, but all the morning she worried and fidgeted, running to the window every few minutes to study the con- dition of the clouds. She was unable to go out, on account of her cold, and would not consent to being left alone while Georgie attended to her errands for her. So she was obliged to write her wants on a slip of paper and trust to the discretion of a mes- senger boy. Fortunately she happened to get one who was trustworthy, and he brought every- thing back without a mistake. At noon the skies began to brighten, and by half-past one the clouds broke away and the sun came out in all his glory. Consequently, lun- cheon was a more cheerful meal than breakfast had been. : About three o’clock a box containing two * comicbooks.cor