THAT WAS ALL.
The lady's face was writhing under a white veil in a series of remarkable contortions. In one hand she carried an umbrella; in the other a brown-paper parcel. Several passers-by paused to watch her, some of them wondering whether she expected coppers for her 'performance. Then a girl acquaintance approached her hurriedly and gazed at her face.
"Why," exclaimed the new-comer, "what on earth is the matter?"
The facial acrobatics ceased, and a sweet smile succeeded.
"With me? Why, nothing!" "But you looked ill! Your face . You were twisting it into all sorts of shapes." The lady held out her hands—one with the paper parcel in it, and in the other the umbrella. "I was only trying," she exclaimed, "to work the edge of my veil down under my chin, dear." Whereupon the crowd dispersed.
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New Zealand Tablet, 5 February 1920, Page 46
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138THAT WAS ALL. New Zealand Tablet, 5 February 1920, Page 46
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