There was but little left of that kind of beauty. She had kept her
figure, it is true--a graceful, easy moving figure, with the waist
of a girl; well-proportioned arms and small, dainty hands. She had
kept, too, her charm of manner and keen sense of humor--she
wouldn't have been Peter's sister otherwise--as well as her
interest in her friend's affairs, especially the love affairs of
all the young people about her.
Her knowledge of men and women had broadened. She read them more
easily now than when she was a girl--had suffered, perhaps, by
trusting them too much. This had sharpened the tip end of her
tongue to so fine a point that when it became active--and once in
a while it did--it could rip a sham reputation up the back as
easily as a keen blade loosens the seams of a bodice.
Peter fell in at once with her plan for a "Rosebud Tea," in spite
of her raillery and the threatened possibility of our exclusion,
promising not only to assist her with the invitations, but to be
more than careful at the Bank in avoiding serious mistakes in his
balances--so as to be on hand promptly at four.
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