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A SOCIAL METEOR. 7 51 CHAPTER IV. GEORGIE SHOCKED. That night, after dinner, Ray went up-stairs to Georgie’s room. She found her dressed and lying on a sofa, with a tray full of tea and toast on a chair beside her. “So glad you’re feeling better this evening, dearie,” she said, cordially. “But can’t you eat something? ‘Tea and toast. Bless my soul, what trash! It makes me sick to look at it. Won’t you have something nourishing? A little piece of chicken, or beefsteak? Do, now; you won’t get out in a week if you try to live on such stuff as this.” “T couldn’t touch another thing, really,” re- plied Georgie. “I’m not usually troubled with loss of appetite, but my head has been aching frightfully all the afternoon, and anything sub- stantial would make me worse again, I know. But tell me about the reception; was it nice? And whom did you see that I know?” “Tt was delightful, and everybody was there,” answered Ray. ‘Mrs. Lindley wore yellow. Just imagine, with her leathery hide. And those two EORNICELOOC) S (E©)