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Nike Shox Mrs. Heeny gave the discouraged gesture of a pedagogue who has vainly striven to implant the rudiments of knowledge in a rebellious mind."Why, Undine Spragg, I've told you all about them time and again! His mother was a Dagonet. They live with old Urban Dagonet down in Washington Square."To Mrs. Spragg this conveyed even less than to her daughter, "'way down there? Why do they live with somebody else? Haven't they got the means to have a home of their own?"Undine's perceptions were more rapid, and she fixed her eyes searchingly on Mrs. Heeny."Do you mean to say Mr. Marvell's as swell as Mr. Popple?""As swell? Why, Claud Walsingham Popple ain't in the same class with him!"The girl was upon her mother with a spring, snatching and smoothing out the crumpled note."Laura Fairford--is that the sister's name?""Mrs. Henley Fairford; yes. What does she write about?" Air Jordan Shoes Undine's face lit up as if a shaft of sunset had struck it through the triple-curtained windows of the Stentorian."She says she wants me to dine with her next Wednesday. Isn't it queer? Why does SHE want me? She's never seen me!" Her tone implied that she had long been accustomed to being "wanted" by those who had.Mrs. Heeny laughed. "HE saw you, didn't he?""Who? Ralph Marvell? Why, of course he did--Mr. Popple brought him to the party here last night.""Well, there you are... When a young man in society wants to meet a girl again, he gets his sister to ask her."Undine stared at her incredulously. "How queer! But they haven't all got sisters, have they? It must be fearfully poky for the ones that haven't.""They get their mothers--or their married friends," said Mrs. Heeny omnisciently."Married gentlemen?" enquired Mrs. Spragg, slightly shocked, but genuinely desirous of mastering her lesson."Mercy, no! Married ladies.""But are there never any gentlemen present?" pursued Mrs. Spragg, feeling that if this were the case Undine would certainly be disappointed. Nike Shoes 2012 "Present where? At their dinners? Of course--Mrs. Fairford gives the smartest little dinners in town. There was an account of one she gave last week in this morning's TOWN TALK: I guess it's right here among my clippings." Mrs. Heeny, swooping down on her bag, drew from it a handful of newspaper cuttings, which she spread on her ample lap and proceeded to sort with a moistened forefinger. "Here," she said, holding one of the slips at arm's length; and throwing back her head she read, in a slow unpunctuated chant: '"Mrs. Henley Fairford gave another of her natty little dinners last Wednesday as usual it was smart small and exclusive and there was much gnashing of teeth among the left-outs as Madame Olga Loukowska gave some of her new steppe dances after dinner'--that's the French for new dance steps," Mrs. Heeny concluded, thrusting the documents back into her bag."Do you know Mrs. Fairford too?" Undine asked eagerly; while Mrs. Spragg, impressed, but anxious for facts, pursued: "Does she reside on Fifth Avenue? Tory Burch Flats "No, she has a little house in Thirty-eighth Street, down beyond Park Avenue."The ladies' faces drooped again, and the masseuse went on promptly: "But they're glad enough to have her in the big houses!--Why, yes, I know her," she said, addressing herself to Undine. "I mass'd her for a sprained ankle a couple of years ago. She's got a lovely manner, but NO conversation. Some of my patients converse exquisitely," Mrs. Heeny added with discrimination.Undine was brooding over the note. "It IS written to mother--Mrs. Abner E. Spragg--I never saw anything so funny! 'Will you ALLOW your daughter to dine with me?' Allow! Is Mrs.Fairford peculiar?""No--you are," said Mrs. Heeny bluntly. "Don't you know it's the thing in the best society to pretend that girls can't do anything without their mothers' permission? You just remember that. Undine. You mustn't accept invitations from gentlemen without you say you've got to ask your mother first.""Mercy! But how'll mother know what to say?" Louis Vuitton Sunglasses "Why, she'll say what you tell her to, of course. You'd better tell her you want to dine with Mrs. Fairford," Mrs. Heeny added humorously, as she gathered her waterproof together and stooped for her bag."Have I got to write the note, then?" Mrs. Spragg asked with rising agitation.Mrs. Heeny reflected. "Why, no. I guess Undine can write it as if it was from you. Mrs. Fairford don't know your writing."This was an evident relief to Mrs. Spragg, and as Undine swept to her room with the note her mother sank back, murmuring plaintively: "Oh, don't go yet, Mrs. Heeny. I haven't seen a human being all day, and I can't seem to find anything to say to that French maid."Mrs. Heeny looked at her hostess with friendly compassion. She was well aware that she was the only bright spot on Mrs. Spragg's horizon. Since the Spraggs, some two years previously, had moved from Apex City to New York, they had made little progress in establishing relations with their new environment; and when, about four months earlier, Mrs. Spragg's doctor had called in Mrs. Heeny to minister professionally to his patient, he had done more for her spirit than for her body.