"Either the flowers must go or
'those present.' It's always best to print names." "Is the rest of
it all right?" asked Missy, crest-fallen.
"Well," returned Ed, with whom everything had gone wrong that day
and who was too hurried to remember the fluttering pinions of Youth,
"I guess it's printable, anyhow."
It was "printable," and it did come out in print--that was
something! For months the printed account of Mrs. Brooks's "bridge"
was treasured in the Merriam archives, to be brought out and passed
among admiring relatives. Yes, that was something! But, as habitude
does inevitably bring a certain staleness, so, as the pile of little
clipped reports grew bigger Missy's first prideful swell in them
grew less.
Perhaps it would have been different had not the items always been,
perforce, so much the same.
There was so little chance to be "original"--one must use the same
little forms and phrases over and over again: "A large gathering
assembled on Monday night at the home of--" "Mrs. So-and-so, who has
been here visiting Mrs. What's-her-name, has returned--" One must
crowd as much as possible into as little space as possible.
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