I can just close my eyes aud see the Theater
dark, and the stage almost dark, and just those bubbles coming
up and breaking. Would you have to have a tank?"
"I darsay," I replied dreamily. "Let the other people worry
about that. I can only give them the material, and hope that
they have intellagence enough to grasp it."
I think Sis must have told Carter Brooks something about
the trouble I was in, for he brought me a box of Candy one
afternoon, and winked at me when mother was not looking.
"Don't open it here," he whispered.
So I was forced to controll my impatience, though
passionately fond of Candy. And when I got to my room later, the
box was full of cigarettes. I could have screamed. It just gave
me one more thing to hide, as if a man's suit and shirt and so
on was not suficient.
But Carter paid more attention to me than he ever had
before, and at a tea dance sombody had at the Country Club he
took me to one side and gave me a good talking to.
"You're being rather a bad child, aren't you?" he said.
"Certainly not."
"Well, not bad, but--er--naughty.
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