"My, my, but you're an angel of deliverance--and by rights you
should have a pair of gauze wings, just to complete the picture,"
she cried, leading her inside and pushing her into a beribboned
wicker rocker. "I was just getting desperate enough to haul in
those squaws out there and see if I couldn't teach 'em whist or
something." She sat down and fingered her pompadour absently.
"And that sure would have been interesting," she added musingly.
"Don't let me interrupt you," Evadna began primly. "I only came
for a money order--Aunt Phoebe's sending for--"
"Never mind what you came for," Miss Georgie cut in decisively,
and laughed. "The express agent is out. You can't get your
order till we've had a good talk and got each other tagged
mentally--only I've tagged you long ago."
"I thought you were the express agent. Aunt Phoebe said--"
"Nice, truthful Aunt Phoebe! I am, but I'm out--officially. I'm
several things, my dear; but, for the sake of my own dignity and
self-respect, I refuse to be more than one of them at a time.
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