A pretty name for a pretty girl. Crossing several fields, newly mown, or filled with lines of tedded hay, she arrived, not without great exertion, at the summit of a hill. She ran through the backyards of Pinecrest subdivision, piano wire and a slim jim tucked into her pantyhose. She told me the tale the other night, and I've only elaborated it. "Have you sent off the note?" inquired Jack. Yet he’s been here for six years, and he’s as much a fixture as that sham mahogany sideboard. But something instinctive prevented that, and with the finest resolve not to be “silly” and prudish she found that whenever he became at all bold in this matter she became severely scientific and impersonal, almost entomological indeed, in her method; she killed every remark as he made it and pinned it out for examination. It was finished by the end of that year, each character having asserted itself pronouncedly in my imagination. “I don’t know why.
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