This question is developed in the course of an American story of present-day society life, the scene of which is sometimes New York City, more often a village seemingly not very far away. The leading characters, a brother and sister of Dutch descent, marry respectively a sister and brother of another family, not, however, with universal approval of relatives, nor with as happy results as would be wished.
I must be a consummate actress. I do not think you know Rose Filmer. I do not think I know her myself. I hope I have some individuality."
"Individuality! There is nothing more vulgar. I hear Parry with the carriage; will you drive with me?"
"No; I shall answer Adriana's letter, and get the subject off my mind. It is so much easier to know what you dislike to do than to be sure of what you like. Where are you going?"
"To McCreery's. I want some lace."
"Do buy the real article then. It is the chic thing now, to wear real lace, and it does look supreme, among the miles of imitation that are used."
Then Rose went to the library to answer Adriana's letter. It pleased her to think it an important decision, and she sat some time with the pen in her hand, and a judicial air on her beautiful countenance. For she was undeniably a very attractive girl, as she sat in the sunshine that morning, deliberating on Adriana's "deception"; there being to a practiced observer many alluring con
I was all set to respond to HappyHermit's sharp remarks at my expense (see his fine review of 'Celtic Literature'); but then I read this book. I had a great come-back all ready to fire off, involving HappyHermit's personal hygiene being the reason he is a hermit. But then Amelia Edith Barr's wisdom touched me..deeply. So Happy...I forgive you. Now get out there and meet people...mingle.
By the way, I'm exactly as funny as I think I am..which is marginally.