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From: Leachman (splayfoot@bioethics.jp)
Sent: Sun 8/23/09 7:22 AM

Lustrious shawl about her and look dignified." "Do you think Master
Harwin will come to-day?" Katie asked a few moments later, "and Master
Waldo? I hope they will all three be here together; it will be fun, they
can entertain each other, they are so fond of one another." "Katie!
Katie!" The girl broke into a laugh. "Oh, yes, I remember," she said,
"Stephen is your property." "Don't," cried Elizabeth, with sudden
gravity and paleness in her face. "I think it was wicked in me to jest
about such a sacred thing. Let me forget it." "I wont tease you if you
really care. But if it was wicked, it was a great deal more my doing,
and Master Waldo's, than your's or Stephen's. We wanted to see the fun.
Your great fault, Elizabeth, is that you vex yourself too much about
little things. Do you know it will make you have wrinkles?" This
question was put with so much earnestness that Elizabeth laughed
heartily. "One thing is sure," she said, "I shall not remain ignorant of
my failings through want of being told them while I'm here. It would be
better to go home." "Only try it!" cried Katie, going to her and kissing
her. "But now, Elizabeth, I want to tell you something in all
seriousness. Just listen to me, and profit by it, if you can. I've found
it out for myself. The more you laugh at other people's absurdities the
fewer of your own will be noticed, because, you see, it implies that you
are on the right standpoint to get a review of other people." "That
sounds more like eighty than eighteen." "Elizabeth, it is the greatest
mistake in the world, I mean just that, to keep back all your wisdom
until you get to be eighty. What use will it be to you then? All you can
do with it will be to see how much more sensibly you might have acted.
That's what will happen to you, my dear, if you don't look out. But at
eighteen--I am nineteen--everything is before you, and you want to know
how to guide your life to get all the best things you can out of it
without being




Text apparently taken from "A Wedding Tangle" by Frances Campbell Sparhawk. 1893, Fiction, 341 pages
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