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52 A SOCIAL METEOR. old-maid daughters of hers were standing beside her in baby-pink and light-blue, looking exactly like half-fledged chickens, with their great long arms and scrawny necks. They’re all such frights. And yet the younger one, who affects the English drawl, ‘don’t you know,’ had the greatest lot of little dudes hanging around her. It’s her money, I suppose, for it certainly isn’t her beauty. She looked scared to death all the time she was receiving. But, as I say, it was very pleasant, and ever so many people asked after you, and were dreadfully sorry to hear you were 111.” “T wish I could have gone. Were the Mortons there ?” “Yes, he was wandering around, alone as usual, while she was sitting on the stairs, tuck- ing away champagne with a crowd of half-grown boys.” “And Peter Persuade—you saw him ?” “Of course,” replied Ray. “He goes every- where. Do you know I think he’s a perfect study, that fellow, and what a rocking walk he has, like a vessel in a gale. I shall never forget him the night he was usher at Stella Campbell’s EOLMICLOOOKSn(EO©