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They flew apart, rid of each other at last

NOT HALF a block away, passing a dress shop, Mr Alexander saw a ht warmed her pink cheeks, her berry-stained lips, her blue-lacquer eyes, her yellow-yarn hair He stood at thefor an entirethe displays When she glanced up, there was Mr Alexander, s like a youthful idiot She smiled back

What a day! he thought I could punch a hole in a plank door I could throw a cat over the court house! Get out of the way, old man! Wait! Was that a mirror? Never mind Good God! I’m really alive!

Mr Alexander was inside the shop

“I want to buy so!” he said

“What?” asked the beautiful saleslady

He glanced foolishly about “Why, let me have a scarf That’s it, a scarf”

>He blinked at the nu at hi the world out of balance “Pick the scarf you’d wear, yourself That’s the scarf for me”

She chose a scarf the color of her eyes

“Is it for your wife?”

He handed her a five dollar bill “Put the scarf on” She obeyed He tried to i out above it; failed “Keep it,” he said, “it’s yours” He drifted out the sunlit door, his veins singing

“Sir,” she called, but he was gone

WHAT MRS Alexander wantedher husband she entered the very first shoe-shop But not, however, before she dropped a penny in a perfureat vaporous founts of verbena upon her sparrow chest Then, with the spray clinging round her like ed into the shoe store, where a fine young man with doe-brown eyes and black-arched brows and hair the sheen of patent leather pinched her ankles, feathered her in-step, caressed her toes and so entertained her feet that they blushed a soft warm pink

“Madame has the smallest foot I’ve fitted this year Extraordinarily small”

Mrs Alexander was a great heart seated there, beating so loudly that the salesman had to shout over the sound: