Young women -- Fiction
You could never be quite sure how Mrs. Lysaght would take anything. Even thin Miss Winter, the Secretary, who must have loved her or she could never have stood it, went about her duties murmuring, “I _hope_ I’ve done right....” And, as Miss Fairfax said, you could feel the pit...
You could never be quite sure how Mrs. Lysaght would take anything. Even thin Miss Winter, the Secretary, who must have loved her or she could never have stood it, went about he...
2. CHAPTER TWO.On the prospectus it was called _The Mordaunt Club_, but in practice no one ever thought of saying anything but “The Hen House” when speaking of the block of unselfcontained fla...
3. CHAPTER THREE.Gillian, who was dusting books in the inner room, ran out to answer it without taking off the brown holland overall she was wearing, or untying the old, blue, silk handkerchief...
4. CHAPTER FOUR.Heinrich, barefooted as was his custom, and wearing the light-blue slops in which he always performed his self-appointed task, was trundling a mop across the studio floor the ne...
5. CHAPTER FIVE.Larry went to Germany. He said he knew a place in the Bavarian Tyrol where in the third week in June the hay was all flowers and no grass and each separate flower had its butter...
6. CHAPTER SIX.“What a funny expression ‘high time’ is,” she said. “It’s like ‘now then.’ You know what it means, but it doesn’t mean anything at all when you think about it.”
7. CHAPTER SEVEN.It was almost as foggy inside the hall as it was out in the streets, and the light streamed down from the red, silk valances round the great chandeliers over the orchestra in st...