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"How shall I address him?" she asked, but more of herself than the others. "Not at all!" said Dolly, and she took the pen from Alicia's fingers. "You must be crazy to think of such a thing!" "Don't do it, Alicia," begged Dotty; "tell her not to, Bernice." "I don't care what she does," and Bernice laughed. "It's none of my affair. I think it would be rather good fun, only I know he wouldn't come."
When the clock showed noon Bernice closed her book with a snap. "I suppose I'd better get my railroad ticket." This was not the beginning of the speech she had rehearsed up-stairs, but as Marjorie was not getting her cues wasn't urging her to be reasonable; it's an a mistake it was the best opening she could muster. "Just wait till I finish this letter," said Marjorie without looking round.
"Theodore Warner Deston is going to be born on Newmars, where he should be," Barbara had said, and Deston had agreed. "But suppose she's Theodora?" Bernice had twitted her. "Uh-uh," Barbara had said, calmly. "I just know he's Theodore." "Uh-huh, I know." Bernice had nodded her spectacular head. "And we wanted a girl, so she is. Barbara Bernice Jones, her name is. A living doll."
The backward glance nearly caused her a fall, for a big root in the path made her ankle turn, and Alex Shelby's quick grasp of her elbow was all that saved her. "It was my fault, Miss Lloyd," he insisted. "I should have held the lantern differently. There, I'll go slightly ahead and light the path better. Can you see all right, Bernice?"
Dot has to go to school, too, at least, she ought to. Bernice, likewise. But this invitation is so delightful and so unusual, that I'm thinking you three girls ought to take advantage of it. The question is, what will your parents say?" "Oh, they'll never let me go!" exclaimed Dolly, decidedly. "They don't want anything to interfere with my lessons." "No, and we feel the same way about Dotty.
You must keep out of her bailiwick if you want to keep her friendship. It's the kind that won't stand much of a strain." "What do you mean, Rob Moore?" demanded Lloyd, hesitating between a laugh and the old feeling of anger that always flashed up when he referred to girls' friendships in that superior tone. "I am devoted to Bernice and she is to me.
He could not know this had been rehearsed. He replied that he didn't know much about bobbed hair. But Bernice was there to tell him. "I want to be a society vampire, you see," she announced coolly, and went on to inform him that bobbed hair was the necessary prelude. She added that she wanted to ask his advice, because she had heard he was so critical about girls.
"No," said Dolly, trying to think. "I took it from you, and I held it up and asked you how it looked." "No, Doll, you asked me that," said Bernice, "and I said it was very becoming." "You girls seem decidedly mixed as to what you did," said Mr. Fenn, with a slight laugh. "I think you're not trying to remember very clearly." "Hold on, Fenn," said Mr. Forbes, reprovingly.
But after what manner that young man, with his wife, perished at the conflagration of the mountain Vesuvius, in the days of Titus Caesar, shall be related hereafter. Yet did not this matrimony endure long; but Bernice left Poleme, and, as was said, with impure intentions.
Warren's disgust increased. Jim Strain was a close friend of his brother's, and anyway he considered it bad form to sneer at people for not having money. But Bernice had had no intention of sneering. She was merely nervous. When Marjorie and Bernice reached home at half after midnight they said good night at the top of the stairs. Though cousins, they were not intimates.
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