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A SOCIAL METEOR. 99 “T’m so sorry, dearie,” answered Mrs. Wheat- ley. “But, you see, it’s out of the question; the doctor says I mayn’t be out in a week. Besides, your uncle has an appointment with his lawyer after dinner; I heard him say so.” This announcement rather dashed cold water upon Georgie’s plan, for how was she going to filla box properly at a moment’s notice? She was still puzzling her brain with this question when it was time for her to leave. Mrs. Wheatley insisted upon sending for her carriage to take Georgie on the rest of her visits, saying that it was but an act of Christian charity, on such a day, and besides, her horses really needed the exercise; so, although Georgie de- murred a little at first at causing so much trouble, she was not sorry to be protected from the piercing cold, and warmly wrapped up inside of the daintiest of broughams. She found Mrs. B. and Mrs. C. out, for which she was inwardly thankful, although she smiled the customary polite little smile, and expressed herself as “so sorry,” when she handed the bits of pasteboard in at the door. Her last call was made in Washington square, on an old school friend, who had married a man cS (E(@) Gomicbhoo