Alpha Book

"What gorgeous hair," she said, staring. "It's worth a coronet, you
know--if you ever desire one."
"I don't," said the girl, laughing and attempting to bring the insurgent
curl under discipline.
"I dare say you're right; coronets are out of vogue among us now. It's
the fashion to marry our own good people. By the way, you are
continuing to astonish the town, I hear."
"What do you mean, Mrs. Fane?"
"Why, first it was Sudbury, then Draymore, and how everybody says that
Boots--"
"Boots!" repeated Miss Erroll blankly, then laughed deliciously.
"Poor, poor Boots! Did they say _that_ about him? Oh, it really is too
bad, Mrs. Fane; it is certainly horridly impertinent of people to say
such things. My only consolation is that Boots won't care; and if he
doesn't, why should I?"
Rosamund nodded, crossing her crop.
"At first, though, I did care," continued the girl. "I was so ashamed
that people should gossip whenever a man was trying to be nice to me--"
"Pooh! It's always the men's own faults.


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