In this I differ from my sister Leila, who
says that under no circumstanses would she ever inspect a
refrigerater to see if the cook was wasting anything.
I was not worried about the violets, as I consider Money
spent as but water over a damn, and no use worrying about. But
I was no longer hungry, and I observed this to Jane.
"Oh, come on," she said, in an impatient maner. "I'll pay
for it."
I can read Jane's inmost thoughts, and I read them then.
She considered that I had cold feet financially, although with
almost $945.00 in the bank. Therefore I said at once:
"Don't be silly. It is my party. And we'll take some candy
home."
However, I need not have worried, for we met Tommy Gray in
the tea shop, and he paid for everything.
I pause here to reflect. How strange to look back, and
think of all that has since hapened, and that I then considered
that Tommy Gray was interested in Jane and never gave me a
thought. Also that I considered that the look he gave me now and
then was but a friendly glanse! Is it not strange that Romanse
comes thus into our lives, through the medium of a tea-cup, or
an eclair, unheralded and unsung, yet leaving us never the same
again?
Even when Tommy bought us candy and carried mine under his
arm while leaving Jane to get her own from the counter, I
suspected nothing.
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