Nevertheless, I ate a fair supper. I felt that I needed
Strength. It was quite a grown-up supper, with boullion and
creamed chicken and baked ham and sandwitches, among other
things. But of course they had to show it was a `kid' party,
after all. For instead of coffee we had milk.
Milk! When I was going through a tradgedy. For if it is not
a tradgedy to be engaged to a man one never saw before, what is
it?
All through the refreshments I could feel that his eyes
were on me. And I hated him. It was all well enough for Jane to
say he was handsome. She wasn't going to have to marry him. I
detest dimples in chins. I always have. And anybody could see
that it was his first mustache, and soft, and that he took it
round like a mother pushing a new baby in a perambulater. It was
sickning.
I left just after supper. He did not see me when I went
upstairs, but he had missed me, for when Hannah and I came down,
he was at the door, waiting. Hannah was loaded down with silly
favors, and lagged behind, which gave him a chance to speak to
me. I eyed him coldly and tried to pass him, but I had no
chance.
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