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Title: I've Married Marjorie

Author: Margaret Widdemer

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Language: English

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I'VE MARRIED MARJORIE

by

MARGARET WIDDEMER

Author of
"Why Not," "The Wishing Ring Man," "You're Only
Young Once," "The Boardwalk," etc.

A. L. Burt Company
Publishers
New York
Published by arrangement with Harcourt, Brace and Howe

Copyright, 1920, by
The Crowell Publishing Company

Copyright, 1920, by
Harcourt, Brace and Howe, Inc.

I'VE MARRIED MARJORIE

CHAPTER I

The sun shone, that morning, and even from a city office window the
Spring wind could be felt, sweet and keen and heady, making you feel
that you wanted to be out in it, laughing, facing toward the exciting,
happy things Spring was sure to be bringing you, if you only went a
little way to meet them--just a little way!

Marjorie Ellison, bending over a filing cabinet in a small and solitary
room, felt the wind, and gave her fluffy dark head an answering,
wistful lift. It was a very exciting, Springy wind, and winds and
weathers affected her too much for her own good. Therefore she gave
the drawer she was working on an impatient little push which nearly
shook the Casses down into the Cats--she had been hunting for a very
important letter named Cattell, which had concealed itself
viciously--and went to the window as if she was being pulled there.

She set both supple little hands on the broad stone sill, and looked
downward into the city street as you would look into a well. The wind
was blowing sticks and dust around in fairy rings, and a motor car or
so ran up and down, and there were the usual number of the usual kind
of people on the sidewalks; middle-aged people principally, for most of
the younger inhabitants of New York are caged in offices at ten in the
morning, unless they are whisking by in the motors. Mostly elderly
ladies in handsome blue dresses, Marjorie noticed. She liked it, and