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So she was in “twenty-seven” that night, and Katherine, of course, and Roberta, who was hardly sociable enough to be on the footing of regular membership in the clan, but who followed Mary to its gatherings as she would have followed her through fire and water if Mary had been bound that way.

Madeline Ayres was doing a French song, in a costume that she had improvised for the occasion out of a black silk scarf, a bunch of pink roses, and a peacock-feather fan. The song was so very slangy that no one but Madeline had much idea what it meant; but the rhythm and Madeline’s pantomime were delicious, and though she sang all the verses and composed several new impromptu ones, her audience still clamored for more. When she finally declared that she had “positively finished” and they might as well stop teasing first as last, Babbie arose gravely and gave an imitation of a nervous little girl speaking “Mary had a little lamb.” Babbie had never done a “stunt” before, and the delight of her friends in this new accomplishment was unbounded.