In spite of the frenzied activity, the fitting of gowns, the ordering of flowers and food, the constant coming and going of tradespeople, all the continual rush and stir of preparation. Psyche found the days endless. The earl was still out of town. He would not return until the very day of Amanda’s come-out. And so for Psyche, though she filled them with activities too numerous to count, the days dragged slowly by. But finally the day of the come-out arrived. Feeling as nervous as if the great event had been designed in her honor, Psyche had her claret gown laid out, all its accoutrements ready, and had set Curtis to dressing her hair, when the door burst open and Amanda came flying in, tears streaming down her face. “Psyche!” she wailed. “Will you look at me! Just look at me! I’m a sight! I cannot bear it! Why, why, I would frighten little children! Set them to screaming, I’m sure!” Psyche looked. And looked again. Unfortunately, Amanda was right. Arrayed in the gown of ruffled persimmon silk, the poor girl rather resembled a fat, fluttering squash.
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