"Well, Cora Kimball, I like your--!"
"No slang, Bess dear. Remember those girls we met this summer, and
how we promised never, never to use it--at least as commonly as they
did! We never realized how it sounded until we heard them."
"Oh, Cora, do stop. I've such a lot to tell you!" and Bess laid a
plump and rosy palm over the smiling lips of her hostess.
"So I gathered, Bess, from your manner. But you must not be in such
a hurry. This is evidently going to be a mile run, and not a hundred
yard dash, as Jack would say. So come in, sit down, get comf'y, wait
until you and your breath--are on speaking terms, and I'll listen.
But first I want to tell you all that happen to me. Why didn't you
come for a spin? It was glorious! Perfectly 'magnificent!"
"Oh, Cora, I wanted so much to come, you know I did. But I was out
when you 'phoned, and mamma is so upset, and the house is in such a
state--really I was glad to run out, and come over here. We are
going--"
"My turn first, Bess dear. You should have been with me. In the
first place, I had a puncture, and you'll never in the world guess
who helped me take off the shoe--"
"Your shoe, Cora!"
"No, silly! The tire shoe. But you'd never guess, so I'll tell you.
It was Sid Wilcox!"
"That fellow who made so much trouble--"
"Yes, and who do you think was with him?"
"Oh, Ida Giles, of course.
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