Excerpt from The Little Old Lady
The little old lady sat rather primly in her easy chair. Her face with its sharp, fine lines, her beautiful white hair, her eyes which could yet flash with a vital luster, and the quiet charm of her gown, made her an arresting figure. She clearly had come out of another age into this. But she did not simply suggest lavender and old lace. She seemed very much at home in the world of to-day. There was a shrewd alertness about her which suggested that not much of significance escaped her scrutiny. And withal there was a sympathetic kindliness in her expression which made you feel at once that she was the sort of person to be a human shelter in a time of storm.
I flung myself in the chair beside her, while she looked up inquiringly. "No, don"t ask me a single question," I began. "You are always picking up the reins and setting me going on a conversational trot when I come to hear you talk. To-day I"m going to have my way.
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