Every once in a while one of these contemporaries made a farewell round of calls before going up to New York or Philadelphia or Pittsburgh to go into business, but mostly they just stayed round in this languid paradise of dreamy skies and firefly evenings and noisy nigger street fairs - and especially of gracious, soft-voiced girls, who were brought up on memories instead of money.
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Short Story: 'The Ice Palace' published in Flappers and Philosophers.