Kalch calling to me. She was coming along
the veranda, resplendent in a purple dress, a huge diamond
breastpin, and huge diamond earrings
"All alone? All alone?" she exclaimed, as she paused, interlocking
her bediamonded fingers in a posture of mock amazement. "All
alone? Aren't you ashamed of yourself to sit moping out here,
when there are so many pretty young ladies around? Come along;
I'll find you one or two as sweet as sugar," kissing the tips of her
fingers
"Thank you, Mrs. Kalch, but I like it here."
"Mrs. Kalch! Auntie Yetta, you mean." And the lumps of gold in
her mouth glinted good-naturedly
"Very well. Auntie Yetta."
"That's better. Wait! Wait'll I come back."
She vanished. Presently she returned and, grabbing me by an arm,
stood me up and convoyed me half-way around the hotel to a
secluded spot on the rear porch where four girls were chatting
quietly
"Perhaps you'll find your predestined one among these," she said
"But I have found her already," I protested, with ill-concealed
annoyance
She took no heed of my words.
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