The Craze of Christina — page 89: what you’re looking at

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The Craze of Christina. 85 ment’s thought, ‘“‘you wouldn’t have anything sinart enough to wear.”’ ‘‘No, that is true,’ meekly. But she intended to go all the same, although at the moment she was not quite sure how she was going to achieve it. Fate, however, played unexpectedly into her hands. On the Friday morning, Miss Ashley came down to breakfast with every symptom of a bad cold upon her; by midday she was sneez- ing violently; by bedtime she was sitting with assented Miss Pratt her feet in mustard and water, swallowing large potions of gruel with her head rolled up in flannel. The next morning she was incapable of speech, and torrents of water were pouring out of her swollen eyes and off the end of her red- dened nose, She looked at herself in the glass and recog- nized despairingly that she was a hopeless ob- ject, and that to present herself that afternoon ata large and festive gathering was utterly im- possible. “You'll have to go, after all, Miss Pratt,’’ she said miserably to her lady secretary, whom she summoned to her bedside; “it is mostunlucky, but you see whata fright lam! You must go Comichooksico