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Title: The New England magazine
Year: 1887 (1880s)
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Publisher: Boston : (New England Magazine Co.)
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she laughed, andcaught the elderly person in the mirrorlaughing, too. She loosened her soft grayhair and let it fall in gentle ripples aroundher face. It had wanted ten years to curl;now she would let it. She gathered it up inher hands and piled it in a loose mass fromwhich rebellious little locks strayed at sweetwill. The mirror-person looked back ather in wicked glee. Oh, you like it, do you! jibed MissFlavia. Confess youd rather be young —you knew all the time you had it in you!Well, well see — go ahead and do yourbest. She did her best. The dress she selectedafter careful deliberation was golden brown,with riotous little frills. The soft old laceshe had worn in her sacrificial elderliness shediscarded loftily; a tiny gold chain, a stripof tucked muslin, a rose hastily picked,—she worked wonders with them and waitedfor the mirror-persons verdict. The mir-ror-person smiled. Oh, you like it? I believe to my soulyou are going to be vain! What do you say 120 NEW ENGLAND MAGAZINE
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HiJUki I guess you aint only but six, are you? THE MISTAKE I2T to this, then — and this ? clasping a quaintdull-gold bracelet on one slender wrist andslipping several beautiful rings on her fin-gers. It only remained to crowd a clusterof roses into her belt. Her very daring was intoxicating. It wasas if she had been fasting for a long timeand the sight of food was over-tempting.Her youth seemed to come back and turnher head — she laughed at herself, scoffed,but gazed in mild rapture. She exultedin the soft beauty of the mirror-person whowas herself. Now go and show Rick who else candefy time! she challenged. Youre notafraid, are you? I dare you to go! Butbefore she went she slid off the dull-goldwristlet and all but one of the rings. Shehad the effect of doing it with great secrecy,to hide it from herself. The Mite sat on her gate-post swingingshort-stockinged little legs. Miss Flaviamight have been a harmless golden-brownghost. Oh, my mercy! shrilled the Mite.The outside o you is

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