Her pat answer to all inquiries was, “I let my sister Shari make me over,” while she kept from staring at her own reflection in the shiny shoes past her bare knees. "I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. It was astonishing how seldom it was that his instincts betrayed him. It was a cheerful, irresponsible, shamelessly hard-up family in the key of faded green and flattened purple, and the girls went on from the High School to the Fadden Art School and a bright, eventful life of art student dances, Socialist meetings, theatre galleries, talking about work, and even, at intervals, work; and ever and again they drew Ann Veronica from her sound persistent industry into the circle of these experiences. Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies. Time enough to do so when she has her affairs settled—if she can settle them. .
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