The evening was rather dreary. The family was going out, but not until

nine thirty, and mother and Leila went over my clothes. They sat, Sis

in pink chiffon and mother in black and silver, and Hannah took out my

things and held them up. I was obliged to silently sit by, while my rags

and misery were exposed.

"Why this open humiliation?" I demanded at last. "I am the family

Cinderella, I admit it. But it isn't necessary to lay so much emphacis

on it, is it?"

"Don't be sarcastic, Barbara," said mother. "You are still only a Child,

and a very untidy Child at that. What do you do with your elbows to rub

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them through so? It must have taken patience and aplication."

"Mother" I said, "am I to have the party dresses?"

"Two. Very simple."

"Low in the neck?"

"Certainly not. A small v, perhaps."

"I've got a good neck." She rose impressively.

"You amaze and shock me, Barbara," she said coldly.

"I shouldn't have to wear tulle around my shoulders to hide the bones!"

I retorted. "Sis is rather thin."

"You are a very sharp-tongued little girl," mother said, looking up at

me. I am two inches taller than she is.

"Unless you learn to curb yourself, there will be no parties for you,

and no party dresses."

This was the speach that broke the Camel's back. I could endure no more.

"I think," I said, "that I shall get married and end everything."

Need I explain that I had no serious intention of taking the fatal step?

But it was not deliberate mendasity. It was Despair.

Mother actually went white. She cluched me by the arm and shook me.

"What are you saying?" she demanded.

"I think you heard me, mother" I said, very politely. I was however

thinking hard.

"Marry whom? Barbara, answer me."

"I don't know. Anybody."

"She's trying to frighten you, mother" Sis said. "There isn't anybody.

Don't let her fool you."

"Oh, isn't there?" I said in a dark and portentious manner.

Mother gave me a long look, and went out. I heard her go into father's

dressing-room. But Sis sat on my bed and watched me.

"Who is it, Bab?" she asked. "The dancing teacher? Or your riding

master? Or the school plumber?"

"Guess again."




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