But Carol shook
her head sagely.
"It's a dollar a box, my dear, and very tiny boxes at that. Now don't
talk any more for I must fix my hair and dress, and--I want to look
perfectly darling or they won't like me, and then they will not put
anything in the collections and the heathens and we will starve
together. Oh, will you buckle my slippers? Thanks. Here's half a
kiss for your kindness. Oh, David, dear, do run along and don't bother
me, for suppose some one should get here before I am all fixed, and--
Shall I wear this little gray thing? It makes me look very, very
sensible, you know, and--er--well, pretty, too. One can be pretty as
well as sensible, and I think it's a Christian duty to do it. David, I
shall never be ready. I can not be talked to, and make myself
beautiful all at once. Dear, please go and say your prayers, and ask
God to make them love me, will you? For it is very important, and--
If I act old, and dignified, they will think I am appropriate at least,
won't they? Oh, this horrible dress, I never can reach the hooks.
Will you try, David, there's my nice old boy. Oh, are you going down?
Well, I suppose one of us ought to be ready for them,--run along,--it's
lonesome without you,--but I have to powder my face, and-- Oh, that
was just the preliminary.
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