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Linda Condon

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 1101    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

n could hope to be. "And above everything else, I am sorry for the kind of mother you've had." This was so unexpected, the other's voice was so unhappy, that Linda was

on her full silken lap. "But perhaps it's not too late. You ought to go to a good schoo

ou're not really thinking of sending me away!" she cried. "Why, you simply could not get along. You know you co

I was thinking of you-you're only beginning life; and the start

e only j

our out a teeny little sip from my flask; ma

the tears from spilling over her cheeks. She had never before felt so sad. Her mother hastily drank, t

shionable schools for girls. Woman, young and older, were never meant to be a lot together in one place. It's unnatural. They don't like each other,

he mirror over the mantel where she exa

Mrs. Condon had turned, and her tone was again almost complaining, almost ill-natured. Linda considered this information with a troubled face. It was quite clear that it made her mother cross. "I've seen men

hree months when it arrived, her mother would never have a dollar in the gold mesh bag. Then, lately, the dresses the elder threatened to buy were often impossible; Linda learned

she felt she was really the elder; and her dismay at the possibility of going away to school had

ental note to avoid her more pointedly in the future. "Get out mother's carriage boots from the hall closet; no, the others-you know I don't wear the black with coral stockings. They come off and the fur sticks to my legs. It will be very gay to-night;

e powdered rosy marble and the floating skirts gathered in a hand showed marvelously small satin-tied carriage boots. Indeed Linda's exclamation of delight was entirely fr

tre, ask Mr. Bendix, at the desk, to send you with that chauffeur we have had so much. I positive

charlotte cream with black walnuts. After this she sedately instructed the captain what to sign on the back of the dinner check-Linda Condon, room five hundred and seven-placed thirty-five cents beside the finger-bowl for the waiter, and made her way out to the news stand and the talkative girl who had it in

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