"
"Don't you know either of these ladies?"
"No; that is, I've never seen Miss Curtiss, but Marie says I met
Miss Fairfield one day, for a moment."
"Don't you remember her?"
"Hardly; she seemed an insignificant little thing."
"Pretty?"
"How do I know! She was all wrapped up in motor togs, and acted like
a gawky schoolgirl."
"She did! Why, _I_ know that Fairfield girl, and she isn't gawky a
bit! She's a fascinating blonde."
"No blonde can fascinate ME! MY girl is a poppy-cheeked brunette,
and I'm going to catch her before long. Ah, DO come to Marie's
party,--won't you?"
"I've never yet gone where I wasn't invited, and I don't propose to
begin now. But if you can get Marie to invite me, I'll go."
"Don't be so cruel! I can't do more than I have in the matter. I've
teased Marie to death over this thing, and she can't think who you
can be, unless you're a Miss Galbraith. You're not, are you?"
"Gracious, no! I'm not Mona Galbraith!"
"I knew you weren't; Marie says SHE can't sing. Oh, dear, you're a
perfect torment! Pretty princess,--pretty Princess Poppy-cheek,
WON'T you take pity on your humble slave and adorer, and tell me
your name?"
"No; but I'll tell you what I will do.
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