A Social Meteor — page 39: what you’re looking at

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A SOCIAL METEOR. 29 As they drove along Georgie felt her spirits gradually rising, in this genial company, and before they had finished the first mile she had cast all sad thoughts behind her and was post- tively gay. She must, indeed, have been of a very gloomy temperament, had she not been influenced by her present surroundings. Every- body was merry, and she herself occupied the seat of honor, beside the driver, who every little while looked down at her, in that tender, protect- ing fashion, which is so natural to men of the world. ‘They arrived at their destination, a com- fortable looking country hotel, about noon, and lost no time in attacking the delicious lunch awaiting them. “No doubt these chickens were taking their last cackle, as we came around the turn,” re _ marked Archie Young, the self-elected wit of the party, as he plunged the carving fork into the breast of a steaming fowl. ‘There was a chorus of “ohs” from the ladies at this rather question- able speech, but it did not seem to impair their appetites, for their drive in the crisp, chilly air had made them very hungry, and they did full justice to everything set beforethem. ‘The meal was served in a private parlor, and by Mr. Grant’s Gomichbooks (E(@)