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Give the girl her head. 'Give the girl her head! H-haven't I I g-given the g-girl her h- head all her l-life! He looked at his watch. 'Why, the day's half gone! He began scurrying towards the front door, I following at his heels. 'I've got a committee meeting on at the club, m-most important!
"Think of me, come to that." "L-listen, Dud. That boy's what they call c-c-constitutionally timid. There's folks that way, born so a shadow scares 'em. But he's s-s-sensitive as a g-girl. Don't you make any mistake, son. He's been eatin' his h-heart out ever since he crawled before Houck. I like that boy. There's good s-stuff in him. At least I'm makin' a bet there is.
"Y-you sure l-l-look all right, little g-girl," he admitted, slowly, "but I 've h-heard th-th-that feller was hell with w-women. I-I reckon you b-better go b-back to Farnham an' find out." He paused, wiping his perspiring face with the back of his hand, his cheeks reddening painfully under her unfaltering gaze. Finally he blurted out: "Say, w-who are you, anyhow?" "Beth Norvell, an actress."
"Break in? Sit out?" repeated Sandy, realizing that the intricacies of society are manifold. "Of course," said his mentor. "Whenever you see the g-girl you like dancing with any one else, you just p-put your hand on the man's shoulder, and then she d-dances with you." "And will they all stop for me?" cried Sandy, not understanding at all why he should have the preference. "Surely," said Annette.
"It w-would be l-l-like one of his l-low-lived tricks. Wh-what is that g-girl to him, anyhow?" It was no pleasant task to hurt this man deliberately, yet, perhaps, it would be best. Anyway, it was not in Beth Norvell's nature either to lie or to be afraid. "He has been her friend; there are some who say her lover."
Brown cast a quick, comprehensive glance from the face of the woman to where the man was now leaning lazily against the wall. "All r-right, little g-girl," he said slowly, and with grave deliberation. "I-I reckon I n-never went b-back on any p-pard yet. B-blamed if y-y-you hate thet c-cuss any worse th-than I do. Y-you bet, I 'll take you out o' h-h-here safe 'nough."
For a silent, breathless moment Brown did not stir, did not once take his eyes from off her face. She saw his hand slip down and close hard over the butt of his dangling revolver. Then he drew a deep breath, his head thrown back, his great shoulders squared. "D-damn, but that helps me," he said soberly. "It it sure does. G-good-night, little g-girl." "Are you going to leave me now?" "Why, sure.
I know dey not reach to you eef dey hit me de first. Eet joys me to do dat sure eet does." "Little g-girl, little g-girl," he faltered, helplessly, his great hands trembling as he touched her. "It w-was you I t-tried ter save. I-I ran th-th-this way so th-they wouldn't sh-shoot toward yer."
Annette counted her fraternity pins and tried to look severe. She used them in lieu of scalps, and they encircled her neck, fastened her belt, and on state occasions even adorned her shoe-buckles. "Well," she at last said, "to b-begin with, you must be nice to everyb-body. You mustn't sit out more than one d-dance with one g-girl, and you must b-break in on every dance I'm not sitting out."
The tears were in Thelma's eyes too, and she hastened to put her arm round Britta's waist, and tried to soothe her by every loving word she could think of. "Hush, Britta dear! you must not cry," she said tenderly. "What did Philip say?" "He said," jerked out Britta convulsively, "that I was a g-good little g-girl, and that he was g-glad I wanted to g-go!"
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