Capitolo 29
styles for me.--And I have to choose among them for her!" him
exclaimed. "You say her cannot decide what to hold alone!"
"Intimidate for her!" surprisingly the lawyer that he slaps his/her knee cried.
"The small astute girl!"
Been struck dumb with amazement, Stanton placed, and it looked at his/her visitor,
which would it choose then "Well?" he asked with clear
relief.
The lawyer took the hats and attentively analyzed them. "You leave--me--sees" him
considered. "Its hair is so blonde--"
"No, is red!" Stanton.
With perfect courtesy the lawyer swallowed his/her error. "Oh, excuse
me", he said. "I forgot. But with his/her height--"
"You don't have any height", groaned Stanton. "I tell him she is little."
"Chooses to be all right him, says freshly the lawyer. Him he had
Cornelia admired from far street.
Next night, to the mixed feelings of Stanton of the relief and
disappointment her "surprise" it seemed to consist in the fact that
it happened at all nothing. Fully up to that midnight the sense of the relief
suddenly comforts him/it. But of the duration after midnight, his/her hungry mind,
as a house-animal servant stolen of an accustomed meal, started to wake up and to pierce
and it walks stiff fiercely around through all the long, empty, while aching,
times of beginning in the morning, looking for anything novel of which to think.
From supper-duration next evening that he was in an irritable humor that has done
he grabs out fairly the letter of special delivery some mail carrier
hand. It was rather a thin, deluding the small letter, also. All it
motto was,
"To-night, Favorite thin to one, in a cappuccio*-colored cabbage
bright suit entirely with green and blue and September
cold-lights, I will sit above from my whip-wood white
fire and he/she read to tall voice to you. Yes! Honest-Injun! And out of
Making brown, also. Did it notice Your copy it was marked? Thing
will I read to you? Be him/it
"'If I could have that small head of his
Painted on a background of pale gold.'