Beta Book

Her appearance of majesty was somewhat lessened by
the creak of stays, but her instinct for unpleasantness was
always good. She said nothing as she left them, and she plodded
up-stairs with a train of sighs.
Mr. Wrenn looked as though sudden illness had overpowered him.
But Theresa laughed, and remarked: "You don't want to let Ma
get on her high horse, Mr. Wrenn. She's a bluff."
With much billowing of the lower, less stiff part of her
garments, she sailed to the cloudy mirror over the
magazine-filled bookcase and inspected her cap of false curls,
with many prods of her large firm hands which flashed with
Brazilian diamonds. Though he had heard the word "puffs,"
he did not know that half her hair was false. He stared
at it. Though in disgrace, he felt the honor of knowing
so ample and rustling a woman as Miss Lee Theresa.
"But, say, I wish I could 've let her know I was going earlier,
Miss Zapp. I didn't know it myself, but it does seem like a
mean trick. I s'pose I ought to pay her something extra.


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