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yet. But do come in and dine any evening when you have nothing to do. It's so lonesome all by ourselves, and as we inherited so much by old Mr. Ventimore's will we positively can't go about, it looks so heartless."
"But think how you would have really mourned if he hadn't left you anything, you ungrateful girl! You're a dear, just the same, and I'm everlastingly obliged to you. You'll telephone at once, won't you? Auntie dines with the Bishops, and she'll leave the house by seven, they live so far up-town."
"At once, of course. Run on and have a good time, dearie. When we are able to go about, Tom and I are going to give some really Bohemian things ourselves, a tamale party or a cakewalk, you know; so get all the points you can for us."
Mrs. Denison conducted her guest to the portières, where the elaborate butler took her in hand and ceremoniously opened the doors as she passed out. She walked decorously down the steps till she heard the bang of both doors; then she hurried with joyful anticipation to the waiting
