"
Although thriled, I still retained my practacality.
"Not exclusively, Tom," I said, in a firm tone. "We are
both young, and know little of Life. Some time, but not as yet."
He looked at me with a searching glanse.
"I'll bet you have a couple of dozen Frat pins lying
around, Bab," he said savigely. "You're that sort. All the
fellows are sure to be crasy about you. And I don't intend to be
an Also-ran."
"Perhaps," I observed, in my most dignafied maner. "But no
one has ever tried to bully me before. I may be young, but the
Other Sex have always treated me with respect."
I then walked up the steps and into my home, leaving him on
the pavment. It was cruel, but I felt that it was best to start
right.
But I was troubled and _distrait_ during dinner, which
consisted of mutton and custard, which have no appeal for me
owing to having them to often at school. For I had, although not
telling an untruth, allowed Tom to think that I had a dozen or
so Frat pins, although I had none at all.
Still, I reflected, why not? Is it not the only way a woman
can do when in conflict with the Other Sex, to meet Wile with
Gile? In other words, to use her intellagence against brute
force? I fear so.
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