There, hanging among Ann Veronica’s more normal clothing, was a skimpy dress of red canvas, trimmed with cheap and tawdry braid, and short—it could hardly reach below the knee. “What do you think of them?” Anna extended her critical survey and shrugged her shoulders. Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower. She had been to San Francisco, and what I learned about the world was from her. Did you see Lord Delafield and Miss Anderson? They packed me in with Colonel Anson and Mrs.
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