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Every one in town, including the editors, spoke of them familiarly as "Toots" and "Beppy" Barrows, applying nicknames that had grown up with them and had no connection whatever with the names they received when christened. They were young, rich, lovely and apparently heart-whole. Charley Whistler, being newly-wedded, wanted every one else in the world to get married.
"Sh!" hissed the other, coming to his feet as the trim, trig figures of the Barrows girls drew near. "Sorry to keep you waiting," said Toots, the elder of the two. "Mrs. Garvin was telling a story in the locker room." Toots was an exquisite blonde, tall, slender and lithesome. "I've been slicing horribly of late, Mr. Van Winkle," said Beppy, frowning prettily. "Can you straighten me out?
"I never thought of that," murmured Jeff. "The Wayside Club has no instructor," cried Rip, grasping at a straw. "But no one thinks of going to Wayside," protested Toots. "They are perfectly dreadful." "Still they could be taught how to play golf," said Rip. "In any event, beggars can't be choosers. We both want to stay in W ." "Well, there's only one way out of it," said Beppy quickly.
"You must go with me to the dressmaker's tomorrow, girls," said the Grand Duchess, effectually putting a stop to the discussion. "I shall be there all day trying on gowns, and I want your opinions." "Didn't you have anything made in Paris, Mother?" cried Toots and Beppy in unison. "She did," said Corky emphatically. "We paid duty on seventy-three gowns, to say nothing of other things."
The next morning they saw by the newspaper that their father had married his night nurse in the hospital and was going up into Maine to recover! That same day, on the seventh tee of the Elite course, Toots promised to marry Ripley two weeks from Wednesday. At Wayside Beppy told Jefferson she would marry him at the same time, but I think it was on the ninth green.
Both girls uttered such a harmonious protest against that alternative, that he said he wouldn't consider leaving his brother for anything in the world. "I know the president of Wayside," said Beppy consolingly. "He used to be in business with father. I'll see him tomorrow and tell him " "See him TODAY," advised Toots firmly.
Then, just to prove that they understood each other, they drove at least two hundred and fifty yards off the first tee, straight down the course. Jeff showed Beppy how to overcome the slice. She got a hundred and fifty yard ball. "For heaven's sake!" she exclaimed, surprised by her own prowess. "How wonderful! And how easy, when you know how."
Bleecker Van Winkle, an extremely handsome woman of thirty-three. "Good for you, Mother!" shouted Rip, with enthusiasm and every one laughed, Corky the loudest of all. Beppy rose half way out of her seat and peered down the table in the direction of her sister Mary. "Stop holding hands, you silly things!" she cried, shaking her finger at Bleecker Van Winkle and his wife.
"That makes poor old Corky a grandfather," groaned Rip. Pretty much the same conversation took place between Jeff and Beppy. "Corky is my father-brother," said Jeff, summing it all up. On the high seas, Mr. and Mrs.
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