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Rinehart, Mary Roberts, 1876-1958

"Bab: a Sub-Deb"

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"It IS hard," said Jane. "Heart-breaking, Bab."
We sat, in deep and speachless gloom. At last Jane said:
"Has she anyone in sight?"
"How do I know? They keep me away at School all year. I am but a
stranger here, although I try hard to be otherwise."
"Because we might help along, if there is anyone. To get her married is
your only hope, Bab. They're afraid of you. That's all. You're the tipe
to atract Men, except your noze, and you could help that by pulling it.
My couzin did that, only she did it to much, and made it pointed."
I looked in my mirror and sighed. I have always desired an aristocratic
noze, but a noze cannot be altered like teeth, unless broken and then
generaly not improved.
"I have tried a shell hair pin at night, but it falls off when I go to
sleep," I said, in a despondant manner.
We sat for some time, eating caromels and thinking about Leila, because
there was nothing to do with my noze, but Leila was diferent.
"Although," Jane said, "you will never be able to live your own Life
until she is gone, Bab."
"There is Carter Brooks," I suggested. "But he is poor. And anyhow she
is not in Love with him."
"Leila is not one to care about Love," said Jane. "That makes it
eazier."
"But whom?" I said. "Whom, Jane?"
We thought and thought, but of course it was hard, for we knew none of
those who filled my sister's life, or sent her flours and so on.
At last I said:
"There must be a way, Jane. THERE MUST BE. And if not, I shall make one.


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