She was noisy and hilarious and enthusiastic, and her hair was always abominably done. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. “I mean to go to that dance! I meant to reason with you, but you won’t reason.
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