ingue.

Elphye wore Clothes that made a noise like a Piccolo.

She was there with the jeweled Heels and the hand-painted Ankles.

In trying to make her Gowns anywhere from six to nine months ahead of
Paris, she sprung several Effects that caused the Chandeliers to
tremble and the Ice to melt in the Buckets.

She had abolished her Shape entirely and abandoned the Perpendicular,
preferring a Droop which indicated that possibly she had been
fashioned over a Barrel.

She tried to model herself on the lines of a string Bean, slightly
warped by the Sun.

The Ascending Star of the Financial World was stunned by the Apparition.
No one had tipped it off to him that the Queen of Sheba was to be
reincarnated.

He found Elphye ever and ever so accomplished.

She knew all the Songs that now blister the Varnish off the Pianos in
so many well-ordered Homes.

She was enough of a Contortionist to get away with several Dances named
for the innocent Poultry.

Being a close student of the Bill-Boards she was in touch with Current
Happenings.

Her Eye-Work was perfect, but she found it hard pumping to Blush at the
right time.

When she tackled Polite Conversation she put a few Tooth-Marks in it.

Still she made a very creditable Stab for a Girl brought up in Michigan
and never east of Sheepshead Bay.

She looked very creamy to Bob, if the Music was loud enough.

He liked to tow something that would cause the Oyster Forks to pause in
midair and the Catty Ones to reach for their hardware.

When Elphye did a little Barnum and Bailey down the main Chute of a
Terrapin Bazaar, rest assured that every Eye in the Resort was aimed at
her gleaming Vertebrae.

Bob showed her his monthly Statements and she confessed to being very
fond of him. So it was planned that they would Marry some afternoon,
if she could get away from the Masseuse early enough.

The Troth was pledged in a few high-priced Trinkets which she had
decided upon before he spoke to her.

Just when it seemed a mortal Pipe that the Bull Tactics would enable
him to cop a Million, so that he could live at a Hotel and finance the
Little Queen, the Unseen Superintendent in the Tower began to throw the
Switches of Destiny.

If Bob had not speeded so far into the Country in the Smell-Wagon,
there would have been no Flat Tire.

If there had been no Flat Tire, he would have been back in time for the
usual round-up of the Irrigation Committee and never would have been