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Show "At tho lake bad woolcock on toast and champagne. De Vinoy ordered it and uncle paid for it. Twelve dollars dol-lars for a lunch Inr three, and the woodcock young turkeys at that! Well, everybody gets caught the Bame way. We don't eat what we wint, but eat to Butt tne peop'e who look at ua. 'Fraid I shall have to give up Albert he's too n!.)w. "Eight o'clotk I'm dressed for ( the balil Pure white gros grain, with I real poiut, and a yard and a half train. Cost $3i)0 or i00 lor the lace. 1 Low Bhoes and lure inserted in my Blockings. No rU"b stockings in Saratoga. Sar-atoga. Of cour-t I'll sit so's to show them! Wore t'trls diamonds are vulgar. One old 11 ifUlo lady wears diamonds for breakfast. Bah! we all cut her. But I i:;uit have a big solitaire soli-taire riovi I murt or die! Well, I've concluded to give up Albert and marry old Simmon, who made his money packing oysters. I mut have clotheb! With clothes I can rule Saratoga. Sar-atoga. An author's wifel Talk about a no: r collego crudnate tome! Oh, horrible! It shall bu Mrs. Simmons, the wife of tho millionaire private cottage, dreams, diamonds, beaux. "Twelve o'clock. Ob, bow my head aches! O'd Hamilton stepped on my skirt and tore it dreudfully. Dear ra! how I slit the tdeve of my dress. Gracious, how D.i Viney held me in his arms the wretch! I don't care, I had more beaux than the Jones girls, any way. Mr. Johnson, who danced thfl third gullop. is a good-looking fellow awful biylish. I'd die if I thought the Jijut-H girls would find out that he was a tailor. Of course I'll cut him in New York, but I must have beaux here. Last week the Season iaid I was ibe loveliest blonde Lb nit- inip, i wuuuri mmv It will BOJ n-morrow? Oh, dear! I can't wait, 3h, I'm so sleepy! Good night." And this, my friends is a fashion -3le belle's diary of a day at the springs. Eli Perkins. |