Alice Duer Miller

Alice Duer Miller

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Portrait of Alice Duer Miller Alice Duer Miller A Maid and Her Money — Chapter 3 (1906)

If it did not count for anything to be well known and rich, and a giver of large entertainments, how could it count for very much to be just rich and nothing else?
“Well, of course, the truth of the whole matter is,” Mrs. Emmons was saying, “that it doesn’t make near so much difference to know the right people as not to know the wrong ones.”
“But how in the world,” Marie Louise burst out from the depths of a troubled spirit, “am I to tell who the right ones are? It seems so difficult.
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Portrait of Alice Duer Miller Alice Duer Miller A Maid and Her Money — Chapter 3 (1906)

Sometimes, of course, their parties included wives, daughters, or sisters, who invariably called Jerry by his first name, and could give no pleasure to his mother inasmuch as they belonged to the sex whose admiration is not a compliment but a menace. Of late, however, Mrs. Orvice had come to the encouraging conclusion that Jerry was fickle—telling it to herself as if it were the crown of virtues—as indeed perhaps it is, in a son.
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Portrait of Alice Duer Miller Alice Duer Miller A Maid and Her Money — Chapter 3 (1906)

By a quarter before two the other guests of Miss Bowles had begun to be very impatient.
“Who are we waiting for, Serena?” asked Mrs. Emmons. “Not the little Italian, I hope. He was an hour late somewhere the other evening. Really, people like that ought to be insured—underwritten, guaranteed as to their punctuality, before any one accepts an invitation to meet them. I hate to wait for meals. Why wouldn’t that be a good profession for you, Jerry—to assure desirable guests arriving on time?”
“I sometimes wish I had a profession,” said Orvice.
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