One page was given up to
pictures of the ball and the costumes worn there."
"I see. Astonishin' how folks do like to get their faces into print.
I used to know an old woman--Aunt Hepsibah Tucker, her name was--she's
dead now. The pride of Aunt Hepsy's heart was that she took nineteen
bottles of 'Balm of Burdock Tea' and the tea folks printed her picture
as a testimonial that she lived through it. Ho, ho! And society big-bugs
appear to have the same cravin'."
"Some of them do. But that of your niece was obtained by our society
reporter from the photographer who took it. Bribery and corruption, of
course. Miss Warren would have been at least surprised to see it in
our supplement. I fancied she might not care for so much publicity and
suppressed it."
"Um-hm. Well, I guess you did right. I'll thank you for her. By the
way, I told Caroline where I was cal'latin' to go this mornin', and she
wished to be remembered to you."
Pearson seemed pleased, but he made no comment. Captain Elisha blew a
smoke ring from his pipe.
"And say, Jim," he added, embarrassed in his turn, "I hope you won't
think I'm interferin' in your affairs, but are you still set against
comin' up to where I live? I know you said you had a reason, but are you
sure it's a good one?"
He waited for an answer but none came.
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