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Rinehart, Mary Roberts

"Bab"

But I am not like that. Although long supression
has taught me to disemble at times, where my Heart is concerned
I am powerless.
For it was at last my heart that was touched. I, who had
scorned the Other Sex and felt that I was born cold and always
would be cold, that day I discovered the truth. Reginald Beecher
was my ideal. I had never spoken to him, nor indeed seen him,
except for his pictures. But the very mention of his name
brought a lump to my Throat.
Feeling better imediately, I got Sis out of the room and
coaxed Hannah to bring me some dinner. While she was sneaking it
out of the Pantrey I was dressing, and soon, as a new being, I
was out on the stone bench at the foot of the lawn, gazing with
wrapt eyes at the sea.
But Fate was against me. Eddie Perkins saw me there and
came over. He had but recently been put in long trowsers, and
those not his best ones but only white flannels. He was never
sure of his garters, and was always looking to see if his socks
were coming down. Well, he came over just as I was sure I saw
Reginald Beecher next door on the veranda, and made himself a
nusance right away, trying all sorts of kid tricks, such as
snaping a rubber Band at me, and pulling out Hairpins.


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