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her aunt had just given her, and a tea-rose bud in her sash, like the
beautiful Miss Van Tassel, whom everyone admired. She had
spread out her little skirts to the best advantage, and, leaning back
in a luxurious chair, sat admiring her own feet in new slippers with
rosettes almost as big as dahlias. Presently Charlie came lounging
in, looking rather sleepy and queer, Rose thought. On seeing her,
however, he roused up and said with a smile that ended in a gape
"I thought you were with mother, so I took forty winks after I got
those girls off. Now, I'm at your service, Rosamunda, whenever
"You look as if your head ached. If it does, don't mind me. I'm not
afraid to run home alone, it's so early," answered Rose, observing
the flushed cheeks and heavy eyes of her cousin.
"I think I see myself letting you do it. Champagne always makes
my headache, but the air will set me up."
"Why do you drink it, then?" asked Rose, anxiously.
"Can't help it, when I'm host. Now, don't you begin to lecture; I've
had enough of Archie's old-fashioned notions, and I don't want any
Charlie's tone was decidedly cross, and his whole manner so unlike
his usual merry good-nature, that Rose felt crushed, and answered
"I wasn't going to lecture, only when people like other people, they
can't bear to see them suffer pain."
That brought Charlie round at once, for Rose's lips trembled a
little, though she tried to hide it by smelling the flower she pulled
from her sash.
"I'm a regular bear, and I beg your pardon for being so cross,
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