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Rinehart, Mary Roberts

"Bab"

When you come
out----"
"Oh, very well," I murmured, in a resined tone. "I don't
care enough about it to want to dance with a lot of Souses
anyhow."
"Barbara!" said mother.
"I suppose you have some one on the String for her," I
said, with the _abandon_ of my thwarted Hopes. "Well, I hope she
gets him. Because if not I darsay I shall be kept in the Cradle
for years to come."
"You will come out when vou reach a proper Age," she said,
"if your Impertanence does not kill me off before my Time."
Dear Dairy, I am fond of my mother, and I felt repentent
and stricken.
So I became more agreable, although feeling all the time
that she does not and never will understand my Temperment. I
said:
"I don't care about Society, and you know it, mother. If
you'll keep Leila out of this room, which isn't much but is my
Castle while here, I'll probably go to bed early."
"Barbara, sometimes I think you have no afection for your
Sister."
I had agreed to honesty January first, so I replied.
"I have, of course, mother. But I am fonder of her while at
school than at home.


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