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THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
COMPLIMENTING MOLLIE
Chapter CXXII.
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper
Enterprise Association.)
I think that Mollie and I tried on
nearly every hat in town and had a
most beautiful time before we were
ready to have our tea. Mollie at last
decided on a close black hat which
framed her face with its beautiful
bronze brown curls beautifully.
I was glad to find that brown was
io be worn this spring, as I intended
to wear my brown tailored suit. I
found a beautiful brown hat trimmed
with ribbon and stunning gold buck
les, so both Mollie and I were in splen
did humor as we stepped into the
smart hotel where I knew Mollie
would be radiantly, happy to be seen
taking tea-
Mollie was the prettiesl girl there,
and as she bowed .to a number of her
acquaintances she whispered: "Mar
gie, you always know just what a girl
wants, have been just dying to come
to tea afthis place, but I was not
sure that it was the right to come
with the other girls, and I did not dare
ask mother, for she would make such
a fuss over the expense. Mother has
called you stingy, Margie, but to me
you're a regular spendthrift princess
right out of a fairy tale book. Do you
hink you can afford it?"
"Once in a while, dear," I said,
smiling, "and, although I try not to
spend foolishly, I like to take tea at
apleasant place. . When I take it at
all I come here, especially today, as
I knew you would enjoy it."
"We look just as good 'as anyone
"here," said Mollie complacently as
she munched her French pastry.
"I was just thinking that you look
ed better than any of the other girls,"
f said.
"Oh, do you really think so, Mar
gie? I know it is this hat you gave
me." (Mollie had insisted upon wear
ing her new hat and having her old
one sent home.) "Mother never told
me I was good looking in her life,"
said Mollie, with a sigh. ,fThe near
est she ever comes to it is when she
says: 'If you behave as well as you
look you'll pass.' "
"Well, Mollie, I believe in telling a
girl that she looks well. I don't think
it makes her conscious or vain if one
tells her in the right way. You know,
dear, you feel much better if, when
you are out in company, you are
aware you are looking your very best.
Besides, I have a theory that if a girl
is told by her relatives and women
friends that she is good looking she
will not feel so flattered and altogeth
er grateful when some man whispers
compliments in her ear."
"That's right," said Mollie, with
conviction. "I remember the first time
one of the boys told me I was a cork
ing pretty girl' I juBt wanted to hug
him, and I did not find out forover
a month that he was a selfish, rough
sort of a youngster who told every '
girl, ugly or not, that she was pretty.
Then I was heart-broken, for I
thought he lied to me as well as to
the other girls."
"You need never worry about that,
dear, for you are a very charming girl
and I am very proud of you. When a
man compliments you always re
member he- is also complimenting
himself on his discernment and is
proud to be seen with you. You need
pot be at all grateful to him for say-
ing nice things tb you. He likes to
say them better than you like to hear
them."
"Mother would say you were spoil
ing me, Margie, but I tell you your,
advice has meant a lot to we. You
