But not so, alas! "Bab," Jane said, suddenly, "I
have been your friend for a long time. I have never betrayed
you. You can trust me with your Life. Why don't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
"Somthing has happened. I see it in your eyes. No girl who
is happy and has not a tradgic story stays at home shut up at a
messy desk when everyone is out at the Club playing tennis.
Don't talk to me about a Career. A girl's Career is a man and
nothing else. And especialy after last winter, Bab. Is--is it
the same one?"
Here I made my fatal error. I should have said at once that
there was no one, just as there had been no one last Winter. But
she looked so intence, sitting there, and after all, why should
I not have an amorus experience? I am not ugly, and can dance
well, although inclined to lead because of dansing with other
girls all winter at school. So I lay back on my pillow and
stared at the ceiling.
"No. It is not the same man."
"What is he like? Bab, I'm so excited I can't sit still."
"It--it hurts to talk about him," I observed faintly.
Now I intended to let it go at that, and should have, had
not Jane kept on asking Questions.
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