Dean Kirry:—I have seen a ghost. What's worse I've been up against my past and introduced to my future, which is enough to set any lady thinking. " Kitty, de those! snap shots I sent you the other day show any great change in me? Tell me the truth.
All this is because at the Carlton last night I met Mrs. Jenkins Not that she's Mrs. Jenkins now. Just at present she's Mrs. Hurlbut. You remember Mrs. Jenkins, Kitty—the wife of the drug clerk? She used to be secretary of the W. C. T. U. and taught our Sunday School class at the First M. E. Church. She wore a brown hat with light blue velvet ribbon in winter and a white one with blue flowers in summer.
Do you glimpse her? Well, we were stepping out last night and there weren't so many people' dancing as usual, so one henna coloured creation, short as to skirt, long as to side trains, economical as to bodice and nix as to sleeves stood out. effectively. "Some chteken?" asked Bertie of Monty. "Some Ostrich" decided Monty when she turned around.
I noticed this jane was sizing me up rather closely, but she had nothing on mo for I was watching her interpretation of the tango trying to decide whether it was so old that it came out before my time or so new that it hadn't been seen in, Shanghai before. Then, too, her local colouring was worth studying. Her shoulders were as pale as her cheeks were vivid; her nose was well powdered as a Christmas cake and her eyebrows and lashes were fully as black as they were painted.
To my surprise and Monty's evident alarm, she stopped on her way past our table and said to me: "Isn't this Miss Phyllis Benson?' ''Why yes," said I in my usual honest and_ outspoken manner, forestalling Monty, who was about to convey the impression that I was Lady Alice who never spoke to any one not formally presented. "I hope you'll forgive my not recognizing you sooner, but Shanghai is so frightfully crowded nowadays!"
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