She
thought he had well-shaped ears and that his nose
and eyebrows looked like a picture she had in her
room upstairs.
"Come and tell me about it. Let's sit down
here," he continued as he drew her to a sofa and
stood waiting until she took her seat.
"Well, I will for a moment, until they begin to
come in," she answered, her face all smiles. She
liked the way he behaved towards her--not asking
her permission, but taking the responsibility and by
his manner compelling a sort of obedience. "But I
can't stay," she added. "Sister won't like it if I'm
not with her to shake hands with everybody."
"Oh, she won't mind me; I'm a great friend of
Miss Jane's. Please go on; what kind of fun did
you have? I like to hear about girls' scrapes. We
had plenty of them at college, but I couldn't tell
you half of them." He had settled himself beside
her now, his appropriating eyes still taking in her
beauty.
"Oh, all kinds," she replied as she bent her head
and glanced at the blossoms on her breast to be
assured of their protective covering.
"But I shouldn't think you could have much fun
with the teachers watching you every minute," said
Bart, moving nearer to her and turning his body
so he could look squarely into her eyes.
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