Carter. He was always in a
hurry and I didn't care about looking at myself in the mirror anyway;
nobody else ever looked at me and what was the use? And to-night that
Rene triumph made me feel no different from one of Miss Hettie Primm's
conceptions that I had been wearing for ages with indifference and total
lack of style. I shrugged my shoulder almost out of the dress with what
I thought was sadness, though it felt a trifle like temper, too, and
went on down into the garden to see if any of my flowers had a cheer-up
message for me.
But it was a bored garden I stepped into just as the last purple flush
of day was being drunk down by the night. The tall white lilies laid
their heads over on my breast and went to sleep before I had said a word
to them, and the nasturtiums snarled around my feet until they got my
slippers stained with green. Only Billy's bachelor's-button stood up
stiff and sturdy, slightly flushed with imbibing the night dew, and
tipped me an impertinent wink. I felt cheered at the sight of them and
bent down to gather a bunch of them to wear, even if they did swear at
my amethyst draperies, when an amused smile that was done out loud came
from the path just behind me.
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