Hepatica had three magnificent red roses at the same time.
It was like the Skeptic to be so thoughtful.
The guests arrived--Camellia superbly attired, Althea gorgeously so,
Dahlia in youthful pink and white, Azalea in a demurely simple dress
whose laces were just a thought rumpled about the neck, and had to be
straightened out by my assisting fingers. Little Bud, she explained, had
insisted on hugging her violently at the last moment, before he would
allow her to come away.
Wistaria came last, so that, as we all stood grouped about the little
rooms I had a fine chance to see her arrival. She had to go through the
room in which we were to reach Hepatica's bedroom, and I saw a tall and
graceful figure, all in black under a white evening cloak, and caught a
glimpse of a pair of brilliant dark eyes under the white silken scarf
which enveloped her hair. But when she came out, in Hepatica's company,
I saw, undisguised, one of the most attractive women I had ever met.
"She's unusual, isn't she?" said the Skeptic in my ear, as, having
welcomed the new guest, and watched Hepatica present her to me, he fell
back at my side.
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