Is he married ? '' `` I -- I do n't know , '' said Aunt Beatrice faintly . `` I have never heard that he was . '' `` There , you 've run the needle into your finger , '' said Margaret sympathetically . `` It 's of no consequence , '' said Aunt Beatrice hastily . She wiped away the drop of blood and went on with her work . Margaret watched her dreamily . What lovely hair Aunt Beatrice had ! It was so thick and glossy , with warm bronze tones where the lamp-light fell on it under that hideous weird old shade . But Aunt Beatrice wore it in such an unbecoming way . Margaret idly wondered if she would comb her hair straight back and prim when she was thirty-five . She thought it very probable if that letter did not come tomorrow . From Aunt Beatrice 's hair Margaret 's eyes fell to Aunt Beatrice 's face . She gave a little jump . Had Aunt Beatrice been crying ? Margaret sat bolt upright . `` Aunt Beatrice , did you want to go to that party ? '' she demanded explosively . `` Now tell me the truth . '' `` I did , '' said Aunt Beatrice weakly .
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