{"product_id":"2940015980974","title":"The Story Book Girls by Christina Gowans Whyte","description":"Excerpt:\u003cbr\u003eIn a pink and white bedroom where two beds, Elma's and Betty's, seemed the only pink and white things unspotted by multitudinous photographs, Elma Leighton sought sanctuary. Pursued by a tumultuous accusing conscience, which at the same time gracefully extended the uncertain friendliness of hope, for who could say--it might still be \"embarr*ass*ment,\" she opened her little own bright red dictionary.\u003cbr\u003eShe prayed a trifling prayer that her self-esteem might be saved, as she turned shakingly the fine India paper of the 50,000 word compressed edition of the most reliable friend she at that moment possessed in the world. Parents commanded. Relations exaggerated. Chums could be spiteful. But friends told the truth; and the dictionary--being invariably just--was above all things a friend.\u003cbr\u003eShe wandered to \"en,\" forgetting in the championship of her learning that \"m\" held priority. She corrected herself with dignity, and at last found the word she wanted.\u003cbr\u003eIt was emb*arr*assment.\u003cbr\u003eWoe and desolation! A crimson shameful blush ran up the pink cheeks, her constant anxiety being that they were always so pink, and made a royal progress there. The hot mortification of despair lent it wings. She watched the tide of red creep to the soft curls of her hair as she viewed herself in her own little miniature cheval between creamy curtains, and she saw her complexion die down at last to an unusual but becoming paleness.\u003cbr\u003eShe had said \"embarr*ass*ment.\"\u003cbr\u003eNothing could have been more fatal. It was like a disease with Elma, that instead of using the everyday words regarding which no one could make a mistake--such as \"shyness\" in this instance--she should invariably plunge into others which she merely knew by sight and find them unknown to herself as talking acquaintances. Cousin Dr. Harry Vincent, Staff Surgeon in His Majesty's Navy, eyeglass in eye, merry smile at his lips (\"such a dashing cousin the Leightons have visiting them\" was the comment), the sort of person in short that impressed Elma with the need of being very dashing herself, here was the particular of all particulars before whom she had made this ridiculous mistake.\u003cbr\u003e\"Now,\" had said Dr. Harry in the drawing-room when visitors arrived, \"come and play something.\"\u003cbr\u003eAny other girl overcome by Elma's habitual fright when asked to play, would have said, \"I'm too shy.\" Elma groaned as she thought how easy that would have been.\u003cbr\u003eBut Dr. Harry's single eyeglass fascinated her as with a demand for showing some kind of culture.\u003cbr\u003eShe blinked her eyelids nervously and answered, \"My embarr*ass*ment prevents me.\"\u003cbr\u003eDr. Harry never moved a muscle of his usually mobile and merry countenance. But the flaming sword of fear cut further conversation dead for Elma. She became subtly conscious that the word was wrong, and fled to her room.","brand":"Unforgotten Classics","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47101148791024,"sku":"2940015980974","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940015980974_p0.jpg?v=1763627468","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940015980974","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}