Ainslee's magazine, Volume 16, No. 2, September, 1905

It was the last Tuesday in November, and Mrs. Hardenburgh was giving the first of her usual series of at-homes. An inveterate lion hunter was this clever woman of sixty-odd summ...

It was raining; not spasmodically, with a suggestion of lifting skies between frenzied outbursts, but steadily, drearily, insistently. Jane, sitting up in bed, drew the down cov...

It was a glorious May day. Jane, whose sound digestion and general superlatively good health enabled her always to front life genially, even when she was most convinced that it...

Mrs. Willoughby and Miss Willoughby--the latter had driven over from her country home to discuss Jane--sat in the library listening to the shrieks of laughter that floated acros...

There were three things in the culinary line that the sum of Jane’s accomplishments included--nut salad, rarebit and tea. After her first visit to the bungalow she had taken upo...

“Whom do I seem like?” she inquired, flippantly. Then she went on, indignantly: “Whenever I keep still for a minute or two, or in some other way act like a rational being, every...

“Oh, as to that,” observed Jane, airily, “I admit I’m extravagant, but I’m purposely so. Listen, my child, and I’ll tell you the story of my life. But first let me put a drop mo...

The total,” began Jacob Willoughby, adjusting his _pince-nez_ and regarding with near-sighted attention the scrap of paper he had selected from a little white heap on the table...

DEAR BETTY: I’m inclosing that cold-cream recipe you asked for. It’s warranted to give you a perfect complexion, keep your hair in curls, your hat on straight and your temper am...

MY DEAR DENEEN: The Labrador trip sounds good to me, and as soon as the book is off my hands, which will be about the time you fellows are ready to start, I reckon I’ll be wid y...