A Social Meteor — page 250: what you’re looking at

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240 A SOCIAL METEOR, finding nothing, decided to go up to her room and. continue her vigil there. “She'll have to go by my door, when she comes up,” she argued, “and I might just as well be improving my mind readin’ that last magazine article on ‘Every Woman Her Own Dressmaker,’ until I hear her creepin’ slyly past.” And arrayed in a calico bedroom gown, of no partic- ular shape, with a snowy night-cap covering her rather scanty locks, she was soon oblivious to all around her, so deeply interested was she in the suggestions as to how to cut and fit a waist prop- erly. About two hours later she lifted her eyes from her book, and like a flash, her thoughts returned from the region of ribbons and laces, into which they had wandered, for she heard a sound inthe hall. It was slight, but distinct, and she was sure it was the delinquent Susan. She drew herself up stiffly, and prepared to pounce down upon her the moment she should ‘appear in sight. Suddenly she heard a short muffled shriek, and a moment later Susan came rushing down the hall with her hat thrown back and her eyes staring. “Oh, my sakes,” she panted, “I never was so scared in all my days!” “What’s the matter, you little gad-about ?” asked Mrs. Douglass, severely; putting her sharp spectacled nose out of the door. ‘You look as if /) comicbooks (Eo)