I Must Hurry Back To My House

After Being So Bad I Could Hear The Angels Singing.

My Husband Is A General's Chauffeur Somewhere In France

A Complete Transformation Seemed To Have Place In My Life Overnight. It Was Quite Staggering, And Thenceforward Visitors And Invitations Continued To Pour In Daily Until They Became A Source Of Grievance To Our Landlady, Who Was Obliged To Engage An Extra Servant To Respond To The Battering Of Powdered Footmen On Her Humble And Somewhat Flimsy Door.

They Saw Me, Those Reckless Seekers Of Beauty, And In A Night I Was Famous.

No Person In The World Ever Lost Anything By Being Nice To Me.