"It was just the way Mrs.
Spencer started Florrie, and it ain't right." "Florrie!" exclaimed Gabriella, startled, and she added slowly, "I wonder what has become of her?
I haven't thought of her for years." "It was a mean trick she played you, Gabriella.

I'd never have believed it of Florrie if I hadn't been there to see it with my own eyes." "Yes, it was mean," assented Gabriella, but there was no anger in her voice.

She had left the past so far behind her that its disappointments and its cruelties had become as dim and shadowy to her imagination as if they had been phantoms of the mind instead of actual events through which she had lived.
"Well, I'm glad she didn't spoil your life for you, honey." "No, she didn't spoil my life.

Don't I look happy?
And Madame told me to-day that my figure was distinguished.

Now, when a woman's life is spoiled her figure and her complexion are the first things to show it." "Of course you ain't gettin' slouchy, I don't mean anything like that.
But I hate to see you workin' your fingers to the bone and bringin' lines around your eyes when you ought to be taken care of.