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Her Infinite Variety
Her Infinite Variety
To My Mother
I
AMELIA came running eagerly down the wide stairs, and though she was smiling with the joy of Vernon’s coming, she stopped on the bottom step long enough to shake out the skirt of the new spring gown she wore, with a manner that told she had it on that evening for the first time. Vernon hastened to meet her, and it was not until he had kissed her and released her from his embrace that she saw the dressing-case he had set down in the hall.
“What’s that for?” she asked in alarm. Her smile faded suddenly, leaving her face wholly serious.
“I have to go back to-night,” he replied, almost guiltily.
“To-night!”
“Yes; I must be in Springfield in the morning.”
“But what about the dinner?”
“Well,” he began, helplessly, “I guess you’ll have to get somebody in my place.”
Amelia stopped and looked at him in amazement.
“I thought the Senate never met Mondays until five o’clock in the afternoon?” she said.
“It doesn’t, usually; but I had a telegram from Porter an hour ago; there’s to be a conference in the morning.”