| Author: | Carolyn Wells | ISBN: | 9781465614247 |
| Publisher: | Library of Alexandria | Publication: | March 8, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Carolyn Wells |
| ISBN: | 9781465614247 |
| Publisher: | Library of Alexandria |
| Publication: | March 8, 2015 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Yes, that's my bag. I left it at the lace counter. Thank you. Please give it to me. What? I must prove property? Why, don't you see it's mine? That twisty silver monogram on the side is really E. C. S. That's my name, Ella C. Saunders. I told Jim I thought the letters were too wiggly to be easily read, but I never thought anybody'd want to read it but me. Describe contents? Why, of course I can describe the contents! In one pocket is a sample of lace, just Platte Val, you know, not an expensive lace, and with it--I think it's with it--is a sample of rose-colored crêpe de Chine--that is, not exactly rose-colored--sort of crushed plummish or burnt magenta--but no--come to think, I left those samples with my dressmaker. Well, anyway, there's a Subway ticket--or let me see, did I use that coming down? I believe I did! Well, there's a little memorandum card that slips in--the celluloid sort, you know. No, there's nothing written on it. I don't use it because, though they pretend you can wash them like a slate, you can't. They just smudge. What do you mean by saying I haven't told a definite thing yet? I've told you lots! Well, there's some money--I don't know how much; some chicken feed, as Jim calls it--and a five-dollar bill, I think--oh no--I paid that to the butcher. Well, there must be a one-dollar bill--two, maybe. Oh, and there's a little pencil, a goldy-looking one; it came with the bag. And some powder-papers--those leaves, you know; but I believe I did use the last one yesterday at the matinée. Oh, dear, how fussy you are! I tell you it's my bag; I recognize it myself. Can't I tell you of some personal belongings in it so you'll be sure? Why, yes, of course I can. My visiting-card, Mrs. James L. Saunders, is in that small inside pocket. "Why didn't I tell you that in the first place? Why, you rattled me so; and besides, I thought I had to tell of my own little individual properties, like samples and tickets and things. Anybody might have her visiting-card in her bag!"
Yes, that's my bag. I left it at the lace counter. Thank you. Please give it to me. What? I must prove property? Why, don't you see it's mine? That twisty silver monogram on the side is really E. C. S. That's my name, Ella C. Saunders. I told Jim I thought the letters were too wiggly to be easily read, but I never thought anybody'd want to read it but me. Describe contents? Why, of course I can describe the contents! In one pocket is a sample of lace, just Platte Val, you know, not an expensive lace, and with it--I think it's with it--is a sample of rose-colored crêpe de Chine--that is, not exactly rose-colored--sort of crushed plummish or burnt magenta--but no--come to think, I left those samples with my dressmaker. Well, anyway, there's a Subway ticket--or let me see, did I use that coming down? I believe I did! Well, there's a little memorandum card that slips in--the celluloid sort, you know. No, there's nothing written on it. I don't use it because, though they pretend you can wash them like a slate, you can't. They just smudge. What do you mean by saying I haven't told a definite thing yet? I've told you lots! Well, there's some money--I don't know how much; some chicken feed, as Jim calls it--and a five-dollar bill, I think--oh no--I paid that to the butcher. Well, there must be a one-dollar bill--two, maybe. Oh, and there's a little pencil, a goldy-looking one; it came with the bag. And some powder-papers--those leaves, you know; but I believe I did use the last one yesterday at the matinée. Oh, dear, how fussy you are! I tell you it's my bag; I recognize it myself. Can't I tell you of some personal belongings in it so you'll be sure? Why, yes, of course I can. My visiting-card, Mrs. James L. Saunders, is in that small inside pocket. "Why didn't I tell you that in the first place? Why, you rattled me so; and besides, I thought I had to tell of my own little individual properties, like samples and tickets and things. Anybody might have her visiting-card in her bag!"
