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102 A SOCIAL METEOR. said Georgie, after their greetings were over, and Mrs. Templeton had thrown herself in a care- lessly picturesque position on the sofa. “So was I; but I just ran in while I was out shopping. I thought I might perhaps catch you before-you went to luncheon. I saw you yester- day, though. I was in Delmonico’s, and you passed by. I suppose that was Mrs. Thorne with you? A pretty little woman, with painted eyes.” Georgie could not help laughing at her frank- ness. “IT see you’re as impudent as ever,” she ex- claimed. “However, I shouldn’t be surprised if she did tint them a little. But that’s nothing now, ever so many women do.” “She rouges, too. I could see it even from where I sat,’’ declared Mrs. Templeton. “Nineteen women out of twenty do that,” re- turned Georgie. “T don’t,” said Mrs. Templeton, decidedly. ‘No, you wouldn’t be bothered ; you’re too lazy. Besides, you’re blessed with a good color. You don’t know what you might do if you were pale and sallow.” ‘“That’s very true,” admitted Mrs. Templeton, candidly. “As I feel now, though, I wouldn’t do "EOMIGHDOOkKsS com —