She had hesitated over the pink organdie; not many of the "crowd"
were going, and it was to be for her a professional rather than a
social occasion. Perhaps it was sentiment that carried the day.
Anyway, she was soon to be glad she'd worn the pink organdie.
Before she had a chance to get in any professional work, Mrs. Bonner
bore down on her with a tall young man, a stranger.
"Oh, Missy! I want you to meet Raymond's cousin, Archie Briggs.
Archie, this is one of Raymond's friends, Miss Merriam." Missy was
grateful for that "Miss Merriam."
"Pleased to meet you, Miss Merriam," said Mr. Briggs. He was dark
and not very good-looking--not nearly so good-looking as Raymond--
but there was something in his easy, self-assured manner that struck
her as very distingue. She was impressed, too, by the negligent way
in which he wore his clothes; not nearly so "dressed-up" looking as
the Cherryvale boys, yet in some subtle way declassing them. She was
pleased that he seemed to be pleased with her; he asked her to
"imbibe" some ice-cream with him.
They sat at one of the little tables out on the edge of the crowd.
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