"How he dreads it, poor dear," she was thinking, as he strode into the living-room, "meeting Sally and all his old friends." She frowned.

"Heaven knows I dread it myself.

What am I going to say to them all?
And suppose they don't care for me in the least?
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Well, it will soon be over." Presently Joe popped in at the door: "Look here! If you're not dressed enough--" "I'm all ready now," was her placid reply.