That jeering nickname still rankled in
the breast of Pemrose, who looked more
like a colorless March Primrose, owing
to the lingering shock of that train wreck,
upon the spring morning in early April
when the family lawyer whose duty it
was to settle the affairs of the man who had
left three separate portions of his will in
as many drawers, to be opened on three
successive anniversaries of his death, drew
forth the last.

She was not the only pale girl present.

By her side was Una, neighbor again in
heart as in body, who laid one little agitated
fist on Pem's knee while preparations
for reading the will were being made,
the two girls nestling together, as in
chummy days, three years before, when in
the peacock pride of thirteen they had
conceitedly measured eyelashes.

And the remorseful affection mirrored
in that little near-sighted stand in one of
Una's pretty dark eyes was only typical
of an entirely similar state of feeling in
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