The Diamond Pin Carolyn Wells Author

Well, go to church then, and I hope to goodness you'll come back in a more spiritual frame of mind! Though how you can feel spiritual in that flibbertigibbet dress is more than I know! An actress, indeed! No mummers' masks have ever blotted the scutc... Read more

Well, go to church then, and I hope to goodness you'll come back in a more spiritual frame of mind! Though how you can feel spiritual in that flibbertigibbet dress is more than I know! An actress, indeed! No mummers' masks have ever blotted the scutcheon of my family tree. The Clydes were decent, God-fearing people, and I don't propose, Miss, that you shall disgrace the name. Ursula Pell shook her good-looking gray head and glowered at her pretty niece, who was getting into a comfortable though not elaborate motor car. I know you didn't propose it, Aunt Ursula, returned the smiling girl, I thought up the scheme myself, and I decline to let you have credit of its origin. Discredit, you mean, and Mrs. Pell sniffed haughtily. Here's some money for the contribution plate. Iris; see that you put it in, and don't appropriate it yourself. The slender, aristocratic old hand, half covered by a falling lace frill, dropped a coin into Iris' out-held palm, and the girl perceived it was one cent. Less