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"I declare Honey-bud, you are all rose colour to-day," said Celia

Craig, s; and, on impulse, unpinned the pink-and-white cameo

from her own throat and fastened it to Ailsa's breast

"I reckon I'll slip on a gay gownve'y tired of leaving the field to hters"

"Does anybody ever look at us after you co iether and kissed the," she

said An unaccountable sense of expectancy--al possession of her She looked into the mirror and stood

content hat she saw reflected there

"Howthe rosy boith

a little cluster of pink hyacinth on the other side

Celia Craig, forefinger crooked across her lips, considered aloud

"His mother was bo'n Constance Berkley; her mother was bo'n

Betty Ore; her

mother----"

"Oh please! I don't care to know anyher sister-in-law before thebehind