Blue-grass and Broadway

by Maria Thompson Daviess

"Oh, Miss Adair. Anything the matter?"

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"Speak a little closer into the phone. Miss Hawtry has asked you to supper to-night? Mr. Farraday? And myself?"

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"Did she say I was to come for you?"

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"Do you know, I feel like a brute, but I'm going to tell you to go to bed as per promise. I've got two big guns from Broadway putting licks on the production of 'The Purple Slipper' until the small hours to-night, right here in the office. I'll tell Miss Hawtry about it, and you can—go to bed."

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"Oh, yes, she'll understand. It's her play too, you see."

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