  Reminiscences of gay, glad years that are past flicker through Eve’s frivolous mind. She remembers the picturesqueness which ever graced the appearance of Eve, Evelyn, and Evelinda— —contrasted with the stern utility of the costumes she now wears. However, as Eve says, contrast is the salt of life and— —after a day’s hard nursing— —or filing of war-baby records— —or collecting tickets— —she finds that she enjoys a little amusement in the evenings more than ever she did |
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