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playing around and
smoking cigarettes, and nothing said, all for a difference of 2O months,
it makes me furious.
"Let's go in and play with the children, Leila," he said. "I'm feeling
young today."
Which was perfectly silly. He is not Methuzala. Although thinking
himself so, or almost.
Well, they went into the drawing room. Elaine Adams was there
waiting for me, and Betty Anderson and Jane Raleigh. And I hadn't
been in the room five minutes before I knew that they all knew. It
turned out later that Hannah was engaged to the Adams's butler, and

she had told him, and he had told Elaine's governess, who is still there
and does the ordering, and Elaine sends her stockings home for her to
darn.
Sis had told Carter, too, I saw that, and among them they had rather a
good time. Carter sat down at the piano and struck a few chords,
chanting "My Love is like a white, white rose."
"Only you know" he said, turning to me, "that's wrong. It ought to be a
`red, red rose.'"
"Certainly not. The word is `white.'"
"Oh, is it?" he said, with his head on one side. "Strange that both you
and Harold should have got it wrong."
I confess to a feeling of uneasiness at that moment.
Tea came, and Carter insisted on pouring.
"I do so love to pour!" he said. "Really, after a long day's shopping, tea
is the only thing that keeps me going until dinner. Cream or lemon,
Leila dear?"
"Both," Sis said in an absent manner, with her eyes on me. "Barbara,
come into the den a moment. I want to show you mother's Xmas gift."
She stocked in ahead of me, and lifted a book from the table. Under it
was the photograph.
"You wretched child!" she said. "Where did you get that?"
"That's not your affair, is it?"
"I'm going to make it my affair. Did he give it to you?"
"Have you read what's written on it?"
"Where did you meet him?"

I hesitated because I am by nature truthfull. But at last I said:
"At school."
"Oh," she said slowly. "So you met him at school! What was he doing
there? Teaching elocution?"
"Elocution!"
"This is Harold, is it?"
"Certainly." Well, he WAS Harold, if I chose to call him that, wasn't he?
Sis gave a little sigh.
"You're quite hopeless, Bab. And, although I'm perfectly sure you want
me to take the thing to mother, I'll do nothing of the sort."
SHE FLUNG IT INTO THE FIRE. I was raging. It had cost me a dollar.
It was quite brown when I got it out, and a corner was burned off. But I
got it.
"I'll thank you to burn your own things," I said with dignaty. And I
went back to the drawing room.
The girls and Carter Brooks were talking in an undertone when I got
there. I knew it was about me. And Jane came over to me and put her
arm around me.
"You poor thing!" she said. "Just fight it out. We're all with you."
"I'm so helpless, Jane." I put all the despair I could into my voice. For
after all, if they were going to talk about my private Affairs behind my
back, I felt that they might as well have something to talk about. As
Jane's second couzin once removed is in this school and as Jane will
probably write her all about it, I hope this Theme is read aloud in class,
so she will get it all straight. Jane is imaginative and may have a wrong
idea of things.
"Don't give in. Let them bully you. They can't really do anything. And

they're scared. Leila is positively sick."
"I've promised to write and break it off," I said in a tence tone.
"If he really loves you," said Jane, "the letter won't matter." There was
a thrill in her voice. Had I not been uneasy at my deciet, I to would
have thrilled.
Some fresh muffins came in just then and I was starveing. But I waved
them away, and stood staring at the fire.
I am writing all of this as truthfully as I can. I am not defending myself.
What I did I was driven to, as any one can see. It takes a real shock to
make the average Familey wake up to the fact that the youngest
daughter is not the Familey baby at seventeen. All I was doing was
furnishing the shock. If things turned out badly, as they did, it was
because I rather overdid the thing. That is all. My motives were
perfectly ireproachible.
Well, they fell on the muffins like pigs, and I could hardly stand it. So I
wandered into the den, and