"And they
are vour bones, although not a matter to brag about. But I was
only thinking, if you were fater and had a permanant wave put in
your hair, because one of the girls did and it hardly broke off
at all"
She then got up and flung down her napkin.
"Mother!" she said. "Am I to stand this sort of thing
indefinately? Because if I am I shall go to France and scrub
floors in a Hospitle."
Well, I reflected, that would be almost as good as having
her get married. Besides being a good chance to marry over
there, the unaform being becoming to most, especialy of Leila's
tipe.
That night, in the drawing room, while Sis sulked and
father was out and mother was ofering the cook more money to go
to the country, I said to Carter Brooks:
"Why don't you stop hanging round, and make her marry you?"
"I'd like to know what's running about in that mad head of
yours, Bab," he said. "Of course if you say so I'll try, but
don't count to much on it. I don't beleive she'll have me. But
why this unseemly haste?"
So I told him, and he understood perfectly, although I did
not say that I had already plited my troth.
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