George A. Kyle
The Morning Glory Club
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( Oct. 7, 2012)
Excerpt:
"Ezra, this is a morning long to be remembered," said Mrs. Tweedie, as she looked up from the undulating top of a huge cake which, with the skill of a professional plasterer, she was bedaubing with a dark brown paste.
"I hope so, my dear," her husband replied, smilingly, as he put his paper aside.
"Sometime this house may bear a tablet of bronze," continued Mrs. Tweedie, "on which, in effect, will be graven that here was founded by the women of Manville an organization that startled the community."
"My only regret is that I shall not be here to see it—I mean the tablet, of course," said Ezra.
"We shall prove," Mrs. Tweedie went on with her eyes fixed dreamily on a distant corner of the kitchen, "we shall prove that the accusation which you made in anger one week ago to-night, that 'women are the cause of all of the trouble in[2] the world,' is false! False as the affection of men!"
"Ezra, this is a morning long to be remembered," said Mrs. Tweedie, as she looked up from the undulating top of a huge cake which, with the skill of a professional plasterer, she was bedaubing with a dark brown paste.
"I hope so, my dear," her husband replied, smilingly, as he put his paper aside.
"Sometime this house may bear a tablet of bronze," continued Mrs. Tweedie, "on which, in effect, will be graven that here was founded by the women of Manville an organization that startled the community."
"My only regret is that I shall not be here to see it—I mean the tablet, of course," said Ezra.
"We shall prove," Mrs. Tweedie went on with her eyes fixed dreamily on a distant corner of the kitchen, "we shall prove that the accusation which you made in anger one week ago to-night, that 'women are the cause of all of the trouble in[2] the world,' is false! False as the affection of men!"
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