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You're going to be strong and sane about this thing. You're going to be the sort of girl whose mind no man can guess at. You're going to weave rugs for your life, and enjoy Jimps Stuart as you always have, and there's not going to be a whimper out of you from this hour, no matter what happens or doesn't happen. Do you hear? Well, then attention!
Then quickly, as another deep-drawn breath warned her that sentimental ground was dangerous, she cried: "Oh, but, Jimps! I haven't told you of the last and nicest thing that wonderful girl has done for me. She insisted on my bringing home the dearest little traveling suit of some kind of lovely summer serge that doesn't spot and doesn't muss and is altogether adorable.
I know there's heaps of sense in your pretty head, and you'll make Jimps the most satisfying sort of a wife even though you don't carry the eggs to market or milk the cows. There's no reason why you should, with your own private income.
"Jimps," she was saying in her straightforward way, "what's the use of bothering to keep it covered when it shows so plainly? Do you think I don't understand? I do and it's absolutely all right." He turned quickly, and his gloomy eyes stared down into her uplifted face. "O George!" he muttered. "Can you honestly say that?" "Honestly. I know how it happened. You couldn't help it.
And then I look at my chum, the girl I've known all my life, and I think well, sugar is all right, but you can't get on without salt and pepper and ginger and " "Jimps!" In spite of herself Georgiana was laughing infectiously, and Stuart joined her. "How absolutely ridiculous! I sound like a whole spice box, and nothing but the 'bitey' spices at that."
Georgiana polished off her last pane, pushed up the window and slipped into the room, quite unnecessarily assisted by Stuart. "I can't understand," began the young man, eying with approval her blooming face, frost-stung and smooth in texture as the petals of a rose, "why you're washing the windows of a room that's always shut up." "Jimps, if you were Mrs.
Jefferson keeps his chair facing that way so he can have her all the time in focus, though he doesn't eat her up as Jimps does. I can't blame either of them. And I shall go on being a clown, because that's what I can do and it amuses them.
I've seen plenty of tallow candles standing up to be married; you're a refreshing contrast." After a minute of heartening talk, Craig slipped out of the room, leaving the two old friends together. "Cheer up, Jimps," Georgiana bade Stuart, as she gave a straightening little touch to his white cravat, woman fashion. "This part won't last long.
Jealous of Jeannette, of her clothes, her money, her beauty, her power to attract jealous because Jimps likes her so well because Father Davy looks at her with the eyes of an appreciative uncle because Mr. E. C. Jefferson talks to her as if he enjoyed it. Pound pound pound away at the old loom till your arms ache, and see if you can get the nonsense out of you!"
"I wanted to, indeed I did, Jimps, dear, but I thought I was sure well " Stuart laughed. "Thought I wanted to save every penny for my own wedding, eh? I rather guess I can squander a few on yours. I wouldn't have missed it for worlds, though I'd give a good deal if my sweetheart could have been here, too and so would she, bless her! She's coming on splendidly, George looks almost herself again.
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