No matter how well a woman looks to the untrained, or man's,
eye, she can always put in some time pleasurably fixing her hair in the
back.
"Now," said Sharlee, "to business. Tell me all about the little
dead-beat."
"It is four weeks next Monday," said Mrs. Paynter, putting a shoe-horn
in her novel to mark the place, "since the young man came to me. He was
from New York, and just off the train. He said that he had been
recommended to my house, but would not say by whom, nor could he give
references. I did not insist on them, for I can't be too strict,
Sharlee, with all the other boarding-places there are and that room
standing empty for two months hand-running, and then for three months
before that, before Miss Catlett, I mean. The fact is, that I ought to
be over on the Avenue, where I could have only the best people. It would
be infinitely more lucrative--why, my dear, you should hear Amy Marsden
talk of her enormous profits! And Amy, while a dear, sweet little woman,
is not clever! I remember as girls--but to go back even of that to the
very heart of the matter, who ever heard of a clever _Wilkerson_? For
she, you know, was born .
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