“What a brave, brave girl Mary is!” said a young man in enthusiastic
tones.
“Mary brave? How so?” inquired the young man’s sister.
“Why, at the dance last night,” said the young man, “she was the only
girl who kept her seat and remained perfectly cool when the mouse
appeared.”
“Pshaw!” said his sister. “That wasn’t bravery. Mary told me afterwards
that she had her old garters on.”
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