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“ Chicken, what are you doing now?’’
For answer she pointed across the street to a huge sign announcing the arrival of Mrs. I. C. North for a series of lectures on her explorations at the North Pole.
“ Who’s Mrs. North— not you Chicken?’’ ^/
“Oh, no. I’m only her manager on her lecture tour, but you all knew her at Hartridge— Nancy Boyle.’’
We suddenly became aware of jostling elbows and hostile stares from the passersby and realized that we were blocking traffic, so we started
off again with the latest arrival in tow.
“Did you read in the paper last week that Ruth Miller had just climbed some peak in the Himalayas and is the first woman to have reached the summit?’’
“Oh, that reminds me! I get a letter from Ruth the other day and she said she had seen Ottoline in India. You know Ottoline disappeared with a Bolshevist a few years ago and hasn’t been heard of since.’’
“ I’m dead— let’s take a taxi,’’ so Goodie, like the Pied Piper with her procession trailing after her, pushed her way to the curb and hailed a shiny red cab which drew up with a flourish and Lucie Mackey leaned out to open the door. Lucie! Driving a taxi!
“ It must have been repressed desire or something,’’ our driver explained. “Emmeline would never let me drive for fear I’d wreck the car, so when she went away with that crazy Spaniard I decided to make up for lost time. And who do you suppose my last fare was?’’
“ Who ?’’ in chorus.
“ Nancy Bacon, she’s just left for Atlantic City to be ‘Miss Bronxville’ in the beauty contest and llai Bingham was with her, taking a very chubby
son to the baby parade. Nancy had just come from the best beauty special­ ist in the country— Anne Breckenridge !’’
By this time we had arrived at our destination so we piled out to start all over again during dinner.
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