But when he said to me, "Gee, Bab, you're
geting to be a regular Person," and made no such remark to Jane,
I felt that it was rather pointed.
Also, on walking up the Avenue, he certainly walked nearer
me than Jane. I beleive she felt it, to, for she made a sharp
speach or to about his Youth, and what he meant to do when he
got big. And he replied by saying that she was big enough
allready, which hurt because Jane is plump and will eat starches
anyhow.
Tommy Gray had improved a great deal since Xmas. He had at
that time apeared to long for his head. I said this to Jane,
_soto voce_, while he was looking at some neckties in a window.
"Well, his head is big enough now," she said in a snapish
maner. "It isn't very long, Bab, since you considered him a mere
Child."
"He is twenty," I asserted, being one to stand up for my
friends under any and all circumstanses.
Jane snifed.
"Twenty!" she exclaimed. "He's not eighteen yet. His very
noze is imature."
Our discourse was interupted by the object of it, who
requested an opinion on the ties. He ignored Jane entirely.
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