As a bit of pure pantomime, these expressions of feeling on Miss
Watkins' part might be misleading with-out the added comment of a
letter which she wrote that night.
"I'm going to cut it, Flossy old girl," wrote Miss Watkins. "If you
know of anything near you that would suit me, pass it on. I think
I'm about due to get out of here. You know why I've stayed so long.
At first, I thought if we were together enough he might get to care.
People say I'm not bad for the eyes. And I don't use peroxide. Well,
I've made myself useful--he'll miss me anyway!
"It's kind of hard to give up. But I don't believe it's a bit of
use. I've noticed a difference in him ever since he came back from
that western trip. He doesn't seem to see me anymore. And there's
something else, a look in his eyes and a line along his mouth that
were never there before. I knew something had happened. And now I
know what it was. Another girl, of course.
"And this girl is married!
"You might think this would make things hopeful for me. But it
doesn't. Doctor's just the kind that would go on loving her if she
had a thousand husbands. So here's where I hook it. No use wasting
myself, honey. Maybe I'll get over it. They say everyone does.
"Funny thing--she's just the kind I'd think he'd go dippy over, dark
and still, with a lovely, wide mouth and skin like lilies. She is
young, younger than I am. But, believe me, she isn't a kid. Those
eyes of hers have seen things.
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