"Careful!" I said. "Then it's not doing Things, but being
found out, that matters!"
"Careful in your conduct, Bab."
"He was a beautiful young man, father," I observed, sliping
my arm through his.
"Barbara, Barbara! Your poor mother----"
"Now look here, father" I said. "If it was mother who was
interested in him it might be troublesome. But it is only me.
And I warn you, here and now, that I expect to be thrilled at
the sight of a Nice Young Man right along. It goes up my back
and out the roots of my hair."
Well, my father is a real Person, so he told me to talk
sense, and gave me twenty dollars, and agreed to say nothing
about the young man to mother, if I would root for Canada
against the Adirondacks for the summer, because of the Fishing.
Mother was waiting in the hall for me, but she held me off
with both hands.
"Not until you have bathed and changed your clothing,
Barbara," she said. "I have never had it."
She meant the whooping cough. The school will recall the
epademic which ravaged us last June, and changed us from a
peaceful institution to what sounded like a dog show.
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