Mrs. Merriwether snorted a trumpeting
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online snort.
“I don’t know what’s come over the young
people these days. They have no sense of responsibility. All the girls who
haven’t already taken booths have more excuses than you could shake a stick at.
Oh, they don’t fool me! They just don’t want to be hampered in making up to the
officers, that’s all. And they’re afraid their new dresses won’t show off behind
booth counters. I wish to
cheap rolex
watches goodness that blockade runner—what’s his name?”
“Captain Butler,” supplied Mrs. Elsing.
“I wish he’d bring in more
hospital supplies and less hoop skirts and lace. If I’ve had to look at one
dress today I’ve had to look at twenty dresses that he ran in. Captain
Butler—I’m sick of the name. Now, Pitty, I haven’t time to argue. You must come.
Everybody will understand. Nobody will see
uggs discount you in the back
room anyway, and Melly won’t be conspicuous. The poor McLure girls’ booth is way
down at the end and not very pretty so nobody will notice you.”
“I
think we should go,” said Scarlett, trying to curb her eagerness and to keep her
face earnest and simple. “It is the least we can do for the hospital.”
Neither of the visiting ladies had
buy cheap uggs
online even mentioned her name, and they turned and looked sharply
at her. Even in their extremity, they had not considered asking a widow of
scarcely a year to appear at a social function. Scarlett bore their gaze with a
wide-eyed childlike expression.
“I think we should go and help to make
it a success, all of us. I think I should go in the booth with
ugg boots for
girls Melly because—well, I think it would look better for us both
to be there instead of just one. Don’t you think so, Melly?”
“Well,”
began Melly helplessly. The idea of appearing publicly at a social gathering
while in mourning was so unheard of she was bewildered.
“Scarlett’s
right,” said Mrs. Merriwether, observing signs of weakening. She rose and jerked
her hoops into place. “Both of you—all of
discount uggs for
women you must come. Now, Pitty, don’t start your excuses again.
Just think how much the hospital needs money for new beds and drugs. And I know
Charlie would like you to help the Cause he died for.”
“Well,” said
Pittypat, helpless as always in the presence of a stronger personality, “if you
think people will understand.”