"I'll send all the girls cards," said Georgia, and again she sighed
heavily. "The cards are going to look very nice," she added, a little
more hopefully.
"Ernestine?"--after a little pause.
"Yes?"
"You and I are hanging right over the ragged edge of thirty."
"Horrors!--Georgia; is this your idea of furnishing pleasant
entertainment for a guest?"
"But I was just thinking how many things have happened to us since we
were twenty-two."
"I was thinking of that a minute ago myself."
"To you, especially. Now, I never supposed when we were in college that
you were going to marry Karl Hubers."
"No," laughed Ernestine, "neither did I."
"I mean I never associated you two with one another. And now I can't
think of you separately. And then your father and mother, and then Karl
losing--heavens, but I'm cheerful! Now, isn't it just like me," she
demanded, angrily, "to act like a fool just because I'm going to be
married? If I keep on I'll find myself weeping because Socrates is dead.
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