HER NERVOUS PROSTRATION
is here needs to be put upon a diet. You would n’t expect champagne, terrapin, and canvasback ducks?”
“I know it; don’t scold, it makes you look like Cassandra. Is n’t the moonlight enchanting, and if this were n’t a health resort would n’t it be a heaven upon earth?”
The broad, unscreened windows were wide open and vines of woodbine or honeysuckle framed them on every side. A lake shone like a silver mirror in the distant landscape and the elms and maples and chestnuts swayed in the summer breeze. Little groups chatted on the broad piazzas, and here and there on a rustic bench in the moonlight sat a man and a woman—two minds with but a single thought, and that thought his or her own solar plexus.
It was an hour for confidences, and I remember that my troubled heart cried out for a strong, tried friendship on which to draw for counsel and sympathy. What wonder, then, that the Angora kitten, deprived of her Laura, emptied her silky little head
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