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 I don’t understand how she could have done it—I would have died first. And she seemed to think it was a great joke to have her friends give her a dinner—I think it was terrible.”

“Why, Aunt Jule, how ridiculous! We were delighted to do it—it was perfectly dear of her to let us, too. And think of the people we met there—Rawlins and Mr. Ware! You don’t mind being poor if such men will come just out of interest in you, I tell you. Do you remember, Elise, how Mr. Rawlins called her ‘little girl’? Mr. Ware lets her use his models whenever she likes, too,” Carolyn added respectfully.

“Oh, she’s bound to arrive!” Elise agreed.

Aunt Ju-ju sniffed uncontrolledly.

“I should hope she’d arrive at the point where she could buy her own dinners,” she remarked. “To be beholden for your bread”...

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