Mary E Wilkins

The Butterfly House Mary E Wilkins

Book Excerpting robe, then it had dragged again."Oh, don't mind, dear," said Alice Mendon. "It is his own lookout if he loses the robe.""It isn't that," responded Daisy querulously. "It isn't that. I don't care, since he is so careless, if he does lose it, but I must say that I don't think it is safe. Suppose it got caught in the wheel, and I know this horse stumbles.""Don't worry, dear," said Alice Mendon. "Fitzgerald's robe always drags, and nothing ever happens."Alice Mendon was a young woman, not a young girl (she had left young girlhood behind several years since) and she was distinctly beautiful after a fashion that is not easily affected by the passing years. She had had rather an eventful life, but not an event, pleasant or otherwise, had left its mark upon the smooth oval of her face. There was not a side nor retrospective glance to disturb the serenity of her large blue eyes. Although her eyes were blue, her hair was almost chestnut black, except in certain lights, when it gave o