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"I beg your pardon, miss, for my awkwardness, but really I could not
help myself, I was so pushed by the crowd," was said in Daisy's ear in a
rich Irish brogue, and turning partly round she saw a fair-haired young
man, scarcely two years older than herself, with a look of genuine
distress upon his aristocratic but boyish face, as he continued: "I hope
I have not ruined the dress, and it is such a pretty one!"
"I am sure you could not help it, but I am awful sorry, for it is my
very best gown; but then I can afford another now, for I gained twelve
pounds to-day," Daisy said, gathering up her torn skirt, and thus
showing to good advantage her pretty feet, and the fluted ruffles on her
white petticoat.
"Daisy!" Archie said, reproachfully, for he did not like her speaking
thus freely to a stranger, "Let's get out of this;" and he made his way
to the open air, followed by the young man who still kept apologizing
for his awkwardness, until Archie lost all patience, and said a little
hotly, "I tell you, it is of no consequence.


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