the flowers too."
"There!" says Eulalia, pattin' him on the back. "That's a knightly spirit.
But what of Crimson Crest? What will you do?"
"The game is to spring something on Miss Vee better'n what the others
put over, is it?" says I.
"Precisely," says Eulalia, allowin' two of the young gents to help her on
with her wraps. "Have you thought what your offering is to be?"
"Not yet," says I. "I may take a chance on something fresh."
They was all pilin' out eager by that time, each one anxious to get
started on his own special fool stunt, so, while I was mixed up in the
gen'ral push, with my hat in my hand and my coat over my arm, it
didn't strike me how I could bolt the programme until I'm half crowded
behind the open hall door. Then I gets a swift thought. Seein' I wouldn't
be missed, and that Vee has her back to me, I simply squeezes in out of
sight and waits while she says by-by to the last one; so, when she fin'ly
shuts the door, there I am.
"Why, Torchy!" says she. "I thought you had gone."
"But it wa'n't a wish, was it?" says I.
"Humph!" says she, flashin' a teasin' glance. "Suppose I don't tell that?"
"My nerve is strong today," says I, chuckin' my hat back on the rack;
"so I'll take the benefit of the doubt."
"But all the others have gone to--to do things that will please me," she
adds.
"That's why I'm takin' a chance," says I, "that if I stick around I
might--well, I'm shy of grandmothers to steal orchids from, anyway."
Vee chuckles at that. "Isn't Cousin Eulalia too absurd?" says she. "And
since you're still here--why--well, let's not stand in the hall. Come in."
"One minute," says I. "Where's Aunty?"
"Out," says she.
"What a pity!" says I, takin' Vee by the arm. "Tell her how much I
missed her."
"But how did you happen to come up today?" asks Vee.
"There wa'n't any happenin' to it," says I. "I'd got to my limit, that's all.
Honest, Vee, I just had to come. I'd have come if there'd been forty
Aunties, each armed with a spiked club. It's been months, you know,
since I've had a look at you."
"Yes, I know," says she, gazin' at the rug. "You--you've grown, haven't
you?"
"Think so?" says I. "Maybe it's the cut-away coat."
"No," says she; "although that helps. But as we walked in I thought you
seemed taller than I. Let's measure, here by the pier glass. Now, back to
back. Well, if I ever! Look where your shoulders come!"
"No more than an inch or so," says I, gazin' sideways at the mirror; and
then I lets slip, half under my breath, a sort of gaspy "Gee!"
"Why the 'Gee'?" says she, glancin' over her shoulder into the glass.
"Oh, I don't know," says I; "only I don't mind bein' grouped like this,
not a bit."
"Pooh!" says she, but still holdin' the pose.
"Seems to me," says I, "that Cousin Eulalia is a slick describer. That
Princess Charming business ain't so wide."
"Silly!" says she. "Come and sit down."
She was steerin' for the windowseat; but I picks out a cozy little
high-backed davenport and, reachin' for one of her hands, swings her
into that. "Just room for two here," says I.
"But you needn't keep my hand," says she.
"No trouble," says I. "Besides, I thought I'd inspect what kind of a
manicure you take of. M-m-m-m! Pretty fair, no hangnails, all the
half-moons showin' proper, an----" I broke off sudden at that and sat
starin' blank.
"Well, anything else?" says she.
"I--I guess not," says I, lettin' her hand slip. "You've chucked it, eh?"
"Chucked what?" says she.
"Nothing much," says I. "But for awhile there, you know, just for fun
you was wearin' something of mine."
"Oh!" she flashes back. "Then at last you've missed it, have you?"
"With so much else worth lookin' at," says I, "is it a wonder?"
"Blarney!" says she, stickin' out her tongue.
"Did Aunty capture it?" says I.
Vee shakes her head.
"Maybe you lost it?" I goes on. "It wa'n't much."
"Then you wouldn't care if I had?" says she.
"I wanted you to keep it," says I; "but of course, after all the row Aunty
raised over it, I knew you couldn't."
"Couldn't I, though?" says she, and with that she fishes up the end of a
little gold neck chain from under some lace--and hanged if there ain't
the ring!
"Vee!" says I, sort of tingly all over as I gazes at her. "Say, you're a
corker, though! Why, I thought sure you'd----"
"Silly boy!" says she. "I'll just have to
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