"And I don't think that a woman like
Elaine is so rude as she is stupid. They simply can't see anything
else but their way of thinking, and dressing, and talking, and so
they stare at you as if you were a Hottentot! I had a nice time,
especially to-day--but never again!"
"Dorothy never did have any particular beau," Bert observed, "She
just likes to dress in those little silky, stripy things, and have
everyone praising her, all the time. She'll ask us again,
sometime, when she remembers us."
Chapter Twelve
But it was almost a year before Dorothy thought of her cousins
again, and then the proud Nancy wrote her that the arrival of Anne
Bradley was daily expected, and no plans could be made at present.
Anne duly came, a rose of a baby, and Nancy said that luck came
with her.
Certainly Anne was less than a week old when Bert told his wife
that old Souchard, whose annoying personality had darkened all
Bert's office days, had retired, gone back to Paris! And Bert was
head man, "in the field." His salary was not what Souchard's had
been, naturally, but the sixty dollars would be doubled, some
weeks, by commissions; there would be lots of commissions, now!
Now they could save, announced Nancy.
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