Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 25: what you’re looking at

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16 THE DELMAR SISTERS. if they get a smile now and then they’re in great luck, and they know it, too.”’ ‘How did you find out so much?”’ questioned Rose, smil- ingly. ‘Where you never will, my dear, in the world. You don’t begin to know the pleasures of life, Rose, shut up day after day, as you are, with a lot of stuffy old books. Come, let us be like other people fora while and enjoy ourselves before we grow old and wrinkled like Miss Fer- riss.’’ ‘‘Miss Ferriss is seventy.’’ ‘“‘And you’re a hundred,”’ said Florence, pertly. ‘‘Why don’t you sell this old shanty, Rose, and let us go to New York? I would rather live there in two rooms than occupy a palace in this contemptible one-horse village. ’’ ‘‘You’re talking rashly, Florence. What, sell the place where our mother and father lived and died? You have no sentiment. I hope to spend my life here. I’m afraid New York has turned your head. And now I want to talk seri- ously to you, dear, for a moment.”’ ‘‘T know what you’re going to say,’’ replied Florence, with a childish pout. ‘‘You’re going to lecture me about Dolly and tell me not to take her for my model.”’ ‘‘Yes, it is about Mrs. French I was going to speak.’’ ‘““Well?’’ uttered Florence, with a look of forced resig- nation. ‘To begin with, you know, darling, I never fancied her particularly,’’ pursued Rose, resuming her sewing, while Florence went to the window, half turning her back. ‘“‘T know you’re always unjust tq her, sister. You don’t understand her,’’ retorted the other. ‘‘Perhaps not. But 1 don’t like her ways. She gave me, Gomichookssco