Stella Rosevelt — page 166: what you’re looking at

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160 A GREAT SHOCK. would have been less than human not to have experienced some curiosity regarding my ‘‘ Lord Carrol, of Carrolton.” ‘‘Well, it may be one of the ‘good times that I can’t be in,’ as poor Glory McGuirk would say; but then I had my good time yesterday, and I don’t know as I care very much,” she thought, with a smile half sad, half tender, as she watched the carriage containing Josephine and her father whirl away in grand style to the station. However, thinking it might be expected of her to makea good appearance in case she should happen to meet the dis- tinguished stranger, she changed her school-dress for a fresh, blue lawn, trimmed with a dainty white edging, spanned her small waist with a broad belt, and fastened a bunch of waxen snow-drops at her throat. She had no jewels, no elaborate “imgerze like Josephine with which to make herself attractive; but she had a way of giving herself such a touch of elegance with these little. accessories, despite her simple attire, that no one could pass her by un- noticed ; and now, with that new-born smile of happiness on her ripe lips, that light of love and hope in her eyes, and the coming and going color in her cheeks, she was fairest of the fuir. When her toilet was completed she sat down by her win- dow—which, although in the third story, was upon the front of the house, where she could look directly down upon the - porch, and also commanded a view of the winding avenue which led down to the road-—to watch for the return of the coach and the coming of the illustrious guest. Sitting there, she fell to musing—to thinking of the time when she should go back to dear old England, the land of her birth, the home of her love. Only a few months more and her course of study would be finished ; a little more of faithful application to her books, a Gomicbooks.Go