"
A box of "deadly chocolates"--that is what Isabel would have called
them--were at Cora's elbow, and she was just reaching for the tenth
one, when Isabel herself, and her sister, sauntered along the path.
"Come on up, girls," called out Cora. "But please don't ask me to
move. I'm in the most delicious heap."
"Exactly that!" exclaimed Isabel, who looked particularly pretty in
a soft-blue summer gown, while Elizabeth was like some flower, in
deep-pink muslin. "You do get into the most awful heaps, Cora, dear.
But you never can rest without relaxing, and to do that--"
"Belle!" exclaimed Cora, "that is precisely why you never rest--you
never relax your brain. You're always thinking of resting and not
doing it."
Bess sank into a wicker chair and smothered the cushions. Bess was
stout--"when she sat down," as Cora expressed it.
"Got your car ordered yet?" asked the hostess, passing around the
box of chocolates. Neither girl could resist them.
"Oh, no," answered Belle. "Poor papa is in the greatest muddle.
Every one in New City seems to have the best car to sell, and, as he
wants a good one, he doesn't know which one to select."
"Why not ask Jack?" suggested Cora. "He's had lots of experience.
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