“Why, you see, Maddy was unhappy,—we all know that,—and it was for some reason connected with Schuyler. Yet they were to be married, all the same. But sometimes Maddy has asked me, with such a wistful look, if I didn’t think men preferred little, kittenish girls to big, proud ones like herself.” “And you, being a little, kittenish girl, said yes?” “Don’t be rude,” said Kitty, flashing a smile at him. “I am kittenish in name only. And I am not little!” “You are, compared to Miss Van Norman’s type.” “Oh, yes; she was…
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