Everything
that art and taste could suggest was there.
Epergnes costly and rare almost overpowered the senses with the
exhalations of their gorgeous exotics. It was a difficult matter to
determine from what source came the most assistance, the caterer or
the decorater, but all harmonized and all made up one perfect
adaptation.
"Jennie I am ashamed of myself," cried Marguerite, standing before
an exquisite combination of roses, heliotrope, lilies and smilax
which occupied a central place on the supper-table, "you can do
anything. How I envy you."
"Beware my little coz, I have read a little line somewhere
throughout the course of my extensive reading--
'Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise.'
Now be governed accordingly and escape the fearful condemnation."
Marguerite smiled at the bright cheery girl and wondered if it were
possible that such a life might ever feel the weight of care. She
was thinking might it be possible that the girl would give her heart
to the whole-souled friend who always seemed brighter in her
presence.
Is it possible that jealousy finds a lurking place within so fair a
soul--that it may take root and grow and bloom and scatter the
noxious weeds peculiar to its growth?
Ah no, pure minded Marguerite.
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