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Redbud had recovered from her momentary confusion, and, with a
beseeching glance at Fanny, said to Verty:
"How much better you look, Verty, in this dress--indeed you look more
homelike."
"Do I?" said the happy Verty, bending his head over his shoulder to
admire the general effect; "well, I feel better."
"I should think so."
"The other clothes were like a turkey blind."
"A turkey blind?"
"Oh, you smile!--but you know, when you are lying in the blind, the
pine limbs rub against you."
"Yes."
"Then they did'nt suit me."
"No," assented Redbud.
"_I_ don't dance the minuet--so I did'nt want high-healed shoes--"
Fanny began to laugh again.
"Nor a cocked hat; the fact is, I do not know how to bow."
"See! Come, Mr. Fisher-for-Compliments!" cried Fanny.
"Oh, I never do!"
"Well, I believe you don't."
"Does anybody?"
"Yes; that odious cousin of mine--that's who does--the conceited
coxcomb!"
"Your cousin!"
"Yes, sir."
"Who is it?"
"Ralph Ashley.


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