18/20 She's almost too good-looking." "That's what I think, too. I like her, but I'm afraid she's not going to play her cards right. It's too bad, too." Just then Aileen came by, a smiling youth on either side, her own face glowing with a warmth of joy engendered by much flattery. The ball-room, which was composed of the music and drawing rooms thrown into one, was now the objective. It glittered before her with a moving throng; the air was full of the odor of flowers, and the sound of music and voices. |