Love at the Loom — page 74: what you’re looking at

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. . ath. 2 ‘ Pan 70 “Sowing the Seeds | of Doubs. oe laughed, and so did Donald, for papa is always ing us about one of his factory girls. — ieee. “Then papa grew warm over it, and declared he would bet Donald that you were the most beautiful | girl in the world, and that Donald would no sooner see you than he would want to kiss and hug you. ” s The violet eyes grew big and wrathful. How had they dared to talk so of her? “Then Donald-laughed,”’ Mildred went on, ‘sad-eaid : no doubt he could kiss and hug you if he felt like ee Now don’t be angry at that, for Donald is a Southern aristocrat, who thinks all women who are not of a cers tain social rank are hardly women at all. = “T cannot, will not, believe it,’ cried Goldie vehe mently. eet Mildred laughed heartily. “Why, you silly child! you think because he ee your life that he is the very pink of perfection, Well, perhaps he is, but not in the way you think. Any-— _ how, he made the bet, and papa was so determined _ that he should not be rude to you that he made up his ‘ _ mind to take you into his office.” — “Don—Mr. Irwin would never be tude to me. | There i is some mistake.” : — “Tam glad to hear you say so,”’ said Mildred: suave~ See assures me that ee was only j mi sti 20k: wh | 0)(@) ‘S)