Sylvia Arden Decides
"I know what the trouble with Sylvia is," announced Suzanne, elevating herself on one elbow and leaning forward out of the hammock just enough to select and appropriate a plump bonbon from the box on the wicker stand near by. "Well," encouraged Sylvia, "what is the trouble with me?" At the moment as she stood leaning against the massive white pillar with a smile on her lips and in her dark eyes, the sunshine glinting warm, red-gold lights in her bronze hair, it seemed as if it would be hard indeed to find any trouble with her so completely was she a picture of radiant, joyous, care-free youth. Suzanne demolished her bonbon, then proceeded to expatiate on her original proposition. "The trouble with you," she averred oracularly from her cushions, "is that you are addicted to the vice of contentment." "Well, why shouldn't she be?" demanded Barbara from the depths of the huge arm-chair which nearly swallowed her diminutive figure. "I'd like to know who has a better right? Hasn't Sylvia this minute got everything anybody in the world could want? If I had been born to live on a hill top, like Sylvia, I'd never leave it."
- Paperback | 132 pages
- 152.4 x 228.6 x 7.62mm | 254.01g
- 03 Mar 1917
- Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
- Illustrations, black and white