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The unavoidable exigencies of a choir practice compelled Mr Wynkoop to

retire early, nor was it yet late when the irls discovered themselves alone Naida

dren the shades and lit the lamp Miss Spencer slowly divested

herself of her outer dress, replacing it with a light wrapper, encased

her feet snugly in comfortable slippers, and proceeded to let down her

flossy hair in glea waves across her shoulders Naida's dark eyes

bespoke plainly her admiration, and Miss Spencer shook back her hair

somewhat coquettishly

"Do you think I look nice?" she questioned, sly

"You bet I do Your hair is just beautiful, Miss Spencer"

The other permitted the soft strands to slip slowly between her white

fingers "You should never say 'you bet,' Naida Such language is not

at all lady-like I a to call you Naida, and you iven names almost entirely out here in the

West, don't they?"

"I never have had irl

explained, reddening, "but I can learn Yes, I reckon they do mostly

use the first names out here"