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Over teacups there aging gossip and argument and criticism When

Carley entered with Beatrice there was a sudden hush and then a murmur

"Hello, Carley! Now say it to our faces," called out Geralda Conners, a

fair, handsoowned in the latest

mode, and whose brilliantly tinted complexion was not the natural one of

health

"Say what, Geralda?" asked Carley "I certainly would not say anything

behind your backs that I wouldn't repeat here"

"Eleanor has been telling us how you siument And I'm not sure I said all I wanted to"

"Say the rest here," drawled a lazy, et a kick out of anything I'd bless it"

"Carley, go on the stage," advised another "You've got Elsie Ferguson

tied to the h"

"I wish you'd go somewhere far off!" observed a third "My husband is

dippy about you"

"Girls, do you know that you actually have not one sensible idea in your