" He returned her smile. "But YOU needn't ever worry."
What did he mean by that? But something in his dark eyes, gazing at
her full, kept Missy from asking the question, made her swiftly
lower her lashes.
"I bet YOU could start eating with a toothpick and get away with
it," he went on.
Did he mean her social savoir-faire--or did he mean--
Just then the butler appeared at her left hand to remove the
cocktail course. She felt emboldened to remark, with an air of ease:
"Oh, Saunders, don't forget to lay the spoons when you serve the
demi-tasses."
Mr. Brown laughed.
"Oh, say!" he chortled, "you ARE funny when you hand out that
highfalutin stuff!"
No; he surely hadn't meant admiration for her savoir-faire; yet, for
some reason, Missy didn't feel disappointed. She blushed, and found
it entrancingly difficult to lift her eyelids.
The function, rather stiffly and quite impressively, continued its
way without further contretemps. It was, according to the most
aristocratic standards, highly successful. To be sure, after the
guests had filed solemnly from the table and began to dance on the
porches, something of the empressement died away; but Missy was
finding Mr.
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