Our Mutual Girl, No. 52
Margaret, looking from her boudoir window, fell under the spell of the outdoors. The early winter afternoon had broken in a flood of golden sunshine, and soon, attired in comfortable walking... Read allMargaret, looking from her boudoir window, fell under the spell of the outdoors. The early winter afternoon had broken in a flood of golden sunshine, and soon, attired in comfortable walking clothes, and taking with her Bouncer, her collie, she started for a tramp through the fie... Read allMargaret, looking from her boudoir window, fell under the spell of the outdoors. The early winter afternoon had broken in a flood of golden sunshine, and soon, attired in comfortable walking clothes, and taking with her Bouncer, her collie, she started for a tramp through the fields. The same lure of the open had enthralled that day a young society man of New York. In... Read all