And then, with a big-eyed and
appreciatively murmuring auditor, he dilated on the supreme
qualities of that foreign spot, on the exotic delights of football
and regattas and trips down to New York for the "shows." Yes, he was
"interesting"! Listening, Missy forgot even Mr. Ridgeley Holman
Dobson. Here was one who had travelled far, who had seen the world,
who had drunk deep of life, and who, furthermore, was near to her
own age. And, other things being equal, nothing can call as youth
calls youth. She wasn't conscious, at the time, that her idol was in
danger of being replaced, that she was approaching something akin to
faithlessness; but something came about soon which brought her a
vague disturbance.
Missy, who had all but forgotten that she was here for a serious
purpose, suddenly explained she had to get her "copy" into the
office by ten o'clock; for the paper went to press next morning.
"I must go now and see some of the ladies," she said reluctantly.
"Well, of course, if you'd rather talk to the ladies--" responded
Mr. Briggs, banteringly. "Oh, it's not that!" She felt a sense of
satisfaction, in her own importance as she went on to explain:
"I want to ask details and figures and so forth for my report in the
paper--I'm society editor of the Beacon, you know.
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