The little fair-haired girl of her dreams was not Tina Ross, nor
even pretty Nora Brent--no one that Dinah knew was quite good enough
for her boy.
"You ridiculous grannie," Elizabeth once said to her, for she and
Cedric often called her grannie, probably from her careful, loving,
old-womanish ways, "do you suppose such a rara avis exists in
Earlsfield or Rotherwood? Let me see," ticking off each
qualification on her fingers, "young Mrs. Cedric Templeton must be
pretty--oh, very pretty; fair, because Cedric has a fancy for fair
women with blue eyes; not tall--oh, decidedly not tall; petite,
graceful, and je ne sais quoi--"
"Now, Betty--"
"Betty has not finished, and does not like to be interrupted. This
Blanche--shall we call her Blanche? it is short and handy--Blanche
is also full of gentle animation; she is docile, yielding, and has
nice caressing ways that grannie loves. Indeed, she is such a
guileless, simple little creature that it is difficult to believe
that she is grown up--just eighteen, I think you said, Dinah, or
was, it nineteen, dear?" But Dinah refused to hear any more.
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