Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day

Odd, said Miss Pettigrew conversationally, 'the undermining effect of flowers on a woman's common sense.

All the men send you orchids because they're expensive and they know that you know they are. But I always kind of think they're cheap, don't you, just because they're expensive. Like telling someone how much you paid for something to show off.

All these years she had never had the wicked thrill of powdering her nose. Others had experienced that joy. Never she. And all because she lacked courage.

The psychology of silk underclothes has not yet been fully considered," mused Miss Pettigrew happily.

You've gone all red. It's cooking over a hot stove. That's why I've never cultivated the art. It simply ruins the complexion. I'm terribly sorry." "It's all right," said miss Pettigrew with resignation. "I've reached the age when... when complexions don't matter." "Not matter!" said miss LaFosse, shocked. "Complexions always matter.

her destination. It was a very exclusive, very opulent, very intimidating block of flats. Miss Pettigrew was conscious of her shabby clothes, her faded gentility, her courage lost through weeks of facing the workhouse. She stood a moment.

It’s my last chance. You know it. I know it.

If you act “ marriage or nothing” they generally give you marriage. I

If you act “ marriage or nothing” they generally give you marriage. I was very lucky. I went to his head, but he couldn’t stand the pace. He got a nice tombstone and I got the parlour.