Briggs.
Missy turned thoughtful; there were sides to "achievement" she
hadn't taken into consideration. "Speaking of dances," Mr. Briggs
was continuing, "my aunt's going to give Louise and me a party
before we go--maybe Saturday night."
A party! Missy felt a thrill that wasn't professional.
Mr. Briggs leaned closer, across the little table. "If you're not
already booked up," he said, "may I call for you Saturday night?"
Missy was still disturbed by some of the things Mr. Briggs had said.
But it was certainly pleasant to have a visiting young man--a young
man who lived in Keokuk and travelled in California and attended
college in the East--choose her for his partner at his own party.
Later that night at the Beacon office, after she had turned in her
report of the Presbyterian ladies' fete, she lingered at her desk.
She was in the throes of artistic production:
"Mr. Archibald Briggs of Keokuk is visiting Mr. and Mrs. Paul
Bonner."
That was too bald; not rich enough. She tried again:
"Mr. Archibald Briggs of Keokuk, Iowa, is visiting at the residence
of Mr.
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