Hauksbee
studied herself in the glass.
Kipling - Poems
And, in the end, after he has posed and swaggered and
lied--he has a mouth under that ragged moustache simply made for
lies--he will be rewarded according to his merits. "
"I wonder what those really are," said Mrs. Mallowe.
But Mrs. Hauksbee, her face close to the shelf of the new books, was
humming softly: "What shall he have who killed the Deer! " She was a lady
of unfettered speech.
One month later, she announced her intention of calling upon Mrs.
Delville. Both Mrs. Hauksbee and Mrs. Mallowe were in morning wrappers,
and there was a great peace in the land.
"I should go as I was," said Mrs. Mallowe. "It would be a delicate
compliment to her style. "
Mrs.
Hauksbee studied herself in the glass.
"Assuming for a moment that she ever darkened these doors, I should put
on this robe, after all the others, to show her what a morning
wrapper ought to be. It might enliven her. As it is, I shall go in the
dove-colored--sweet emblem of youth and innocence--and shall put on my
new gloves. "
"If you really are going, dirty tan would be too good; and you know that
dove--color spots with the rain. "
"I care not. I may make her envious. At least I shall try, though one
cannot expect very much from a woman who puts a lace tucker into her
habit. "
"Just Heavens! When did she do that? "
"Yesterday--riding with The Dancing Master. I met them at the back of
Jakko, and the rain had made the lace lie down. To complete the effect,
she was wearing an unclean terai with the elastic under her chin. I felt
almost too well content to take the trouble to despise her. "
"The Hawley Boy was riding with you. What did he think?
lied--he has a mouth under that ragged moustache simply made for
lies--he will be rewarded according to his merits. "
"I wonder what those really are," said Mrs. Mallowe.
But Mrs. Hauksbee, her face close to the shelf of the new books, was
humming softly: "What shall he have who killed the Deer! " She was a lady
of unfettered speech.
One month later, she announced her intention of calling upon Mrs.
Delville. Both Mrs. Hauksbee and Mrs. Mallowe were in morning wrappers,
and there was a great peace in the land.
"I should go as I was," said Mrs. Mallowe. "It would be a delicate
compliment to her style. "
Mrs.
Hauksbee studied herself in the glass.
"Assuming for a moment that she ever darkened these doors, I should put
on this robe, after all the others, to show her what a morning
wrapper ought to be. It might enliven her. As it is, I shall go in the
dove-colored--sweet emblem of youth and innocence--and shall put on my
new gloves. "
"If you really are going, dirty tan would be too good; and you know that
dove--color spots with the rain. "
"I care not. I may make her envious. At least I shall try, though one
cannot expect very much from a woman who puts a lace tucker into her
habit. "
"Just Heavens! When did she do that? "
"Yesterday--riding with The Dancing Master. I met them at the back of
Jakko, and the rain had made the lace lie down. To complete the effect,
she was wearing an unclean terai with the elastic under her chin. I felt
almost too well content to take the trouble to despise her. "
"The Hawley Boy was riding with you. What did he think?
