White gloves and white topped shoes completed my outfit,
and, my own _chapeau_ showing the effect of a rainstorm on the
way home from church while away at school, I took a chance on
one of Sis's, a perfectly madening one of rose-colored velvet.
As the pink made me look pale, I added a touch of rouge.
I looked fully out, and indeed almost Second Season. I have
a way of assuming a serious and Mature manner, so that I am
frequently taken for older than I realy am. Then, taking a few
roses left from the decorations, and thrusting them carelessly
into the belt of my coat, I went out the back door, as Sis was
getting ready for some girls to Bridge, in the front of the
house.
Had I felt any greif at decieving my Familey, the bridge
party would have knocked them. For, as usual, I had not been
asked, although playing a good game myself, and having on more
than one occasion won most of the money in the Upper House at
school.
I was early at the theater. No one was there, and women
were going around taking covers off the seats. My fifty cents
gave me a good seat, from which I opined, alas, that the shop
girl had been right and busness was rotten.
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