And if they do not
understand, I do, and I'm proud of you. As for being `blited,'
as per your note to me, remember that I am, also. Why not be
blited together?"
This latter, of course, is not serious, as he is eight
years older than I, and even fills in at middle-aged Dinners,
being handsome and dressing well, although poor.
Sis's remarks were interupted by the clamor of the door
bell. I placed a shaking hand over the Frat pin, beneath which
my heart was beating only for _him_. And waited.
What was my dispair to find it but Carter Brooks!
Now there had been a time when to have Carter Brooks sit
beside me, as now, and treat me as fully out in Society, would
have thriled me to the core. But that day had gone. I realized
that he was not only to old, but to flirtatous. He was one who
would not look on a woman's Love as precious, but as a
plaything.
"Barbara," he said to me. "I do not beleive that Sister is
glad to see me."
"I don't have to look at you," Sis said, "I can knit."
"Tell me, Barbara," he said to me beseachingly, "am I as
hard to look at as all that?"
"I rather like looking at you," I rejoined with cander.
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