Peggy-Alone

t of animation had she followed her home aft

ow, which, by drawing the crimson curtains, could be shut off from the rest of the room, leaving a cosy den-her favorite place for dre

ap paper that she had held clasped tightly in her hand, and gravely perused the lines of Ivy's angular writing which cov

ople think you're good for! Laura, of course, never thought of it that w

poet's gift

l hand to sw

burning thou

, passionate

hould thrill

hrilled at s

die and leav

ad been my d

in hearts

ail, fitful

e gifted p

wish, be th

th a dash and a fire that brought forth a "Bravo!" from Uncle Fred, who on his way through

ckground for her slender, white-robed figure, with the long strands of rumpled brown hair straying over her s

well, Peggy," sa

s of pleasure

n you're rich that's all you are good for or can wish for! Thi

a pretty thing. 'Tis a pity to have it spoiled, as I fear i

hurt; besides it is more suit

she may wish fo

n a sing-song style that just

y Laura's not a mind reader! But why not be perfectly honest with her, and

e selfish to want Ivy's part, just because she herself preferr

dering the dialogue in revenge," said Uncle Fred. To wh

f his eyes belied, he proceeded to read the verse with an exaggerated air, emphasizing the wrong words and using gestures which seemed so funny to Alene that she threw herself on the

fairy foo

ung gazelle'

tact with the chandelier, and then executed a backward kicking