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Without noticing hi on her sun-bonnet, she dashed out of the room

"I don't blahed, "but I've thought it out It is as plain as the nose on your face You know an' I know she was tickled to death with it till she met Mr Mostyn in the yard just now Markto her about the style of it Maybe it's not exactly the latest wrinkle accordin' to town notions"

"Yes, that's it" Miss Munson paused in her flurried efforts to restore the dress to its wrapper The twine hung fro "Yes, he's at the bottom of it As if a e I have heard a few items about him if you all haven't Folks talk about 'im scand'lous in Atlanta They say he leads a fast life down there You'd better keep Dolly away froood men an' women of their money in his shady deals, an' folks tell all sorts o' tales about 'i'in," To an' then another You would swear ait back into 'iht to be ashamed Mostyn not only told Dolly that dress was the purtiest thing he ever seed, but he told me to come in here an' make 'er take it"

The twine fell from the spinster's mouth She eyed Mrs Drake steadily Mrs Drake rose slowly to her feet She went to the dressically on the ar in too low a voice for her husband to catch it

"Do you think that's it?" Miss Munson asked, a womanly blaze in her eyes

"Yes, I saw her talkin' to Tobe at the fence," Mrs Drake said, tremulously "He turned square around and went back to town Then you remember Dolly wanted to hurry over there Miss Stella, she is htn't to say it, bein' 'er est, tenderest heart in her little body that ever the Lord planted in hu eyes for a silent moment, then she tossed the dress, paper, and twine on the bed