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the accent of a remark intended to be humorous, drawing Lydia into a corner. "Now, don't make Lydia work. She's _It_ right now, and everything's to be done for her. Madame, come over here with that cloak and let's see about the--and Oh, you and Lydia, for the love of Heaven tell me what I'm to do about this fashion for no hips, and me with a figure of eight! Lydia, the fit of that thing is _sublime_!" "Maddemwaselle, don't you see how a little more gold right here--" "Here, Lydia," called her mother, "it wasn't the caterer after all; it's flowers for you. Take it over there to the young lady in pink," she directed the boy. Madeleine seized on the box, and tore it open with one of her vigorous, competent gestures. "_Orchids!_" she shouted in a single volcanic burst of appreciation. "I never had orchids sent me in my life! Paul must have telegraphed for them. You can't buy them in Endbury. And here's a note that says it's to be answered at once, while the boy waits--Oh, my! Oh, my!" "Lydia, dear, here's the caterer, after all. Will you just please say one thing. Would you rather have the coffee or the water-ices served upstairs--Oh, here's your Aunt Julia--Julia Sandworth, I never needed advice more." Mrs. Sandworth's appearance was the chord which resolved into one burst of sound all the various motives emitted by the different temperaments in the room. Every one appealed to her at once. "Just a touch of gold braid on the collar, next the face, don't you--" "Why not a real supper at midnight, with creamed oysters and things, as they do in the East?" "Do _you_ see anything out of the way in publishing the details of Miss Lydia's dress the day before? It gives people a chance to know what to look for." [Illustration: "No, no; I can't--see him--I can't see him any more--"] "How can we avoid that awful jam-up there is on the stairs when people begin to--" Mrs. Sandworth made her way to the corner where Lydia stood, presenting a faultlessly fitted back to the world so that Madame Boyle might, with a fat, moist forefinger, indicate the spot where a "soupcon" of gold was needed. "Please, ma'am, the gentleman said I was to wait for an answer," said the messenger boy beside her. "And she hasn't _read_ it, yet!" Madeleine was horrified to remember this fact. "Turn around, Lydia," said Mrs. Sandworth. Lydia's white lids fluttered. The eyes they revealed were lustrous and quite blank. Madeleine d
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