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Then altogether abruptly, and with no excuse whatsoever, little Eve Edgarton's heart gave a great, big lurch, and, wringing her small brown hands together so that by no grave mischance should she reach out and touch the stranger's sleeve as she peered up at him, "I can dance," drawled little Eve Edgarton. Shrewdly the man's glance flashed down at her. Quite plainly he recognized her now.
The stoop-shouldered, school-marmy Botany dame with her incessant garden gloves? Or? Or ?" His whole face brightened suddenly with a rather extraordinary amount of humorous malice: "Or how about that duddy-looking little Edgarton girl that I saw you talking with this morning?" he asked delightedly.
"Even so," murmured little Eve Edgarton, "there are yet fifty-two hours before I go." "What are fifty-two hours?" laughed Barton. Listlessly like a wilting flower little Eve Edgarton slid down a trifle farther into her pillows. "If you'd have an early supper," she whispered, "and then come right up here afterward, why, there would be two or three hours.
Astonishingly across that frank, perfectly outspoken little face, the frightened eyelashes came flickering suddenly down. "Because," whispered little Eve Edgarton, "because you see I happen to like you already." "Oh, fine!" smiled Barton. "Fine! Fine! Fi " Abruptly the word broke in his throat. "What?" he cried. His hand the steadiest hand among all his chums began to shake like an aspen.
"You're not! It's I who am funny! It's I who " In a chaos of emotion he slid along the edge of the bed and clasped her in his arms. Just for an instant his wet cheek grazed hers, then: "All the same, you know," he insisted awkwardly, "I hate this place!" Surprisingly little Eve Edgarton reached up and kissed him full on the mouth. They were both very much embarrassed.
I stayed at his school until I was sixteen, when I left him for Mr. E. Ronald's academy on the hill. Here I became intimate with the son of Mr. Barnard, a sea-captain, who generally sailed in the employ of Lloyd and Vredenburgh Mr. Barnard is also very well known in New Bedford, and has many relations, I am certain, in Edgarton.
Who in blazes is Miss Edgarton, anyway?" "Miss Edgarton? Miss Edgarton?" mused the Older Man thoughtfully. "Who is she? Miss Edgarton? Why no one special except just my daughter." Like a fly plunged all unwittingly upon a sheet of sticky paper the Younger Man's hands and feet seemed to shoot out suddenly in every direction. "Good Heavens!" he gasped. "Your daughter?" he mumbled. "Your daughter?"
"Maybe maybe it was a little of each." With absolute gravity little Eve Edgarton kept right on staring at him. "I don't know whether I should ever specially like you or not, Mr. Barton," she drawled. "But you are certainly very beautiful!" "Oh, I say!" cried Barton wretchedly.
So he sent little Eve Edgarton a great, gorgeous box of candy instead, wonderful candy, pounds and pounds of it, fine, fluted chocolates, and rose-pink bonbons, and fat, sugared violets, and all sorts of tin-foiled mysteries of fruit and spice.
And in the sallow glow of that pleasant lantern-light little Eve Edgarton sat cross-legged on the ground with a great pulpy clutter of rain-soaked magazines spread out all around her like a giant's pack of cards. And diagonally across her breast from shoulder to waistline her little gray flannel shirt hung gashed into innumerable ribbons.
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