High society

by George S. Chappell; Frank Crowninshield; Dorothy Parker

THE MOTHER INSTINCT

When we spoke of children, the lovely dancer’s face took on a madonna-like expression. “I adore them,” she faltered. “I often borrow my sister’s twins, for photographic purposes. It is my crown of sorrow that I have none of my own, but, as I am young and unmarried; what would you?”