I wo n't burn the house down , and if the twins wake up I 'll give them -- what is it you give them -- soothing syrup ? So go at once and get you ready , while I fly over for the dress . I 'll fix your hair up when I get back . '' Margaret was gone before Aunt Beatrice could speak again . Her niece 's excitement seized hold of her too . She flung the stockings into the basket and the basket into the closet . `` I will go -- and I wo n't do another bit of darning tonight . I hate it -- I hate it -- I hate it ! Oh , how much good it does me to say it ! '' When Margaret came flying up the stairs Aunt Beatrice was ready save for hair and dress . Margaret cast the gown on the bed , revealing all its beauty of jetted lace and soft yellow silk with a dextrous sweep of her arm . Aunt Beatrice gave a little cry of admiration . `` Is n't it lovely ? '' demanded Margaret . `` And I 've brought you my opera cape and my fascinator and my black satin slippers with the cunningest gold buckles , and some sweet pale yellow roses that Uncle Ned gave me yesterday . Oh , Aunt Beatrice ! What magnificent arms and shoulders you have ! They 're like marble . Mine are so scrawny I 'm just ashamed to have people know they belong to me . '' Margaret 's nimble fingers were keeping time with her tongue .
XXXXX Beatrice 's hair went up as if by magic into soft puffs and waves and twists , and a golden rose was dropped among the bronze masses .
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