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Dawn O'Hara: The Girl Who Laughed
by Edna Ferber
- Pages
- about 211
- Category
- Literature & Fiction
- Language
- English
- Reading time
- 3.9 h at 250 wpm
From the opening
Oh, but it was clean, and sweet, and wonderfully still, that
rose-and-white room at Norah’s! No street cars to tear at one’s nerves
with grinding brakes and clanging bells; no tramping of restless feet
on the concrete all through the long, noisy hours; no shrieking
midnight joy-riders; not one of the hundred sounds which make night
hideous in the city. What bliss to lie there, hour after hour, in a
delicious half-waking, half-sleeping, wholly exquisite stupor, only
rousing myself to swallow egg-nogg No. 426, and then to flop back again
on the big, cool pillow!
New York, with its lights, its clangor, its millions, was only a
far-away, jumbled nightmare. The office, with its clacking typewriters,
its insistent, nerve-racking telephone bells, its systematic rush, its
smoke-dimmed city room, was but an ugly part of the dream.
Back to that inferno of haste and scramble and clatter? Never! Never! I
resolved, drowsily. And dropped off to sleep again.
And the sheets. Oh, those sheets of Norah’s! Why, they were white,
instead of gray! And they actually smelled of flowers. For that matter,
there were rosebuds on the silken coverlet. It took me a week to get
chummy with that rosebud-and-down quilt. I had to explain carefully to
Norah that after a half-dozen years of sleeping under doubtful
boarding-house blankets one does not so soon get rid of a shuddering
disgust for coverings which are haunted by the ghosts of a hundred
unknown sleepers. Those years had taught me to draw up the sheet with
scrupulous care, to turn it down, and smooth it over, so that no
contaminating and woolly blanket should touch my skin. The habit stuck
even after Norah had tucked me in between her fragrant sheets.
Automatically my hands groped about, arranging the old protecting
barrier.
“What’s the matter, Fuss-fuss?” inquired Norah, looking on. “That down
quilt won’t bite you; what an old maid you are!”
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