However, what difference, when we had all the rest of our
Lives to kiss in? Or so I then considered.
Carter Brooks came to dinner that night because his people
were out of town, and I think he noticed that I looked mature
and dignafied, for he stared at me a lot. And father said:
"Bab, you're not eating. Is it possable that that boarding
school hollow of yours is filling up?"
One's Familey is apt to translate one's finest Emotions
into terms of food and drink. Yet could I say that it was my
Heart and not my Stomache that was full? I could not.
During dinner I looked at Leila and wondered how she could
be married off. For until so I would continue to be but a Child,
and not allowed to be engaged or anything. I thought if she
would eat some starches it would help, she being pretty but
thin. I therfore urged her to eat potatos and so on, because of
evening dress and showing her coller bones, but she was quite
nasty.
"Eat your dinner," she said in an unfraternal maner, "and
stop watching me. They're _my_ bones."
"I have no intention of being criticle," I said.
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