A Bee in His Bonnet [pp. 561-566]

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A BEE IN HIS BONNET
C; (OME, Olive, it's time to dress." "I have a shawl on."
j I looked up from the easy-chair in "Why is the gas turned so low?"
which mamma found me lounging, and re- "I'd finished doing my hair and it was
marked to her that she had a very phantas- too early to begin dressing; so I sat down to
mal way of entering rooms. think. The light wasn't needed for that op
tious life is," rushed to my lips; but I didn't
let the words pass. Instead of this I said,
carelessly: "About lots of things. Very
prominent among my thoughts, mamma, was
that poor white tarlatan on the bed yonder.
" Mr. Erskine was standing a few steps from the dining-room threshold.-Page 566.
"A little more, you know, and I should eration. A stroke of economy, you per- I wonder how many resurrections it has seen.
have shrieked. Isn't it a loathsome night??" ceive." Those trimmings are a disgraceful fraud.
A gust of December wind hurled some Mamma laughed in a rather bitter way as Every inch of them covers either a spot or a
shrill sleet against my panes just as I spoke. she turned up the gas. tear."
"You oughtn't to sit here in this room, "What were you thinking about, 01- There came a pained look about mamOlive," mamma said, with a faint shiver. "It ive?" ma's delicate patrician mouth, as she lifted
is too cold." "About what a farce our false, preten- her eye-glasses to scrutinize the tarlatan.