I though, if it looked all right, I might hang
over the stairs and see what I then scornfully termed "His
Nibs." Never again shall I so call him.
I got an evening gown from Sis's closet, and it fitted me
quite well, although tight at the waste for me, owing to Basket
Ball. It was also to low, so that when I had got it all hooked
about four inches of my _lingerie_ showed. As it had been hard
as anything to hook, I was obliged to take the scizzors and cut
off the said _lingerie_. The result was good, although very
_decollte_. I have no bones in my neck, or practicaly so.
And now came my moment of temptation. How easy to put my
hair up on my head, and then, by the servant's staircase, make
my way to the seen below!
I, however, considered that I looked pale, although Mature.
I looked at least nineteen. So I went into Sis's room, which was
full of evening wraps but emty, and put on a touch of rouge.
With that and my eyebrows blackend, I would not have known
myself, had I not been certain it was I and no other.
I then made my way down the Back Stairs.
Ah me, Dear Dairy, was that but a few hours ago? Is it but
a short time since Mr.
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