"I have to," she returned, "or else boys like you would never look at me twice." "I don't know about that." He spoke as one who, though convinced, is not a bigot. "It's fortunate that I do," she replied decidedly. "I'm mortifyingly dependent on my clothes. There's my Aunt Katharine now,--she has an air in anything." "I like you better than your aunt," he confessed. "Of course you do. I've taken pains to have you. But it was just as much as ever that you looked a
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