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Updated: June 28, 2025
"It's my last night," Madge had said; "shall we go out in the garden and watch the moon rise?" "Sorry," George had told her, "but I've promised Flora to take a fourth hand at bridge." "And after that?" asked Madge softly. "What do you mean?" "Who is the new little girl?" It was useless to pretend. "She's a beauty, rather, isn't she?" "Oh, Georgie-Porgie, I wish you wouldn't." "Wouldn't what?"
He stayed to dinner, and afterwards he and Becky walked together in the fragrance of the wet garden. A new moon hung low for a while and was then lost behind the hills. "My little girl," George said when the moment came that he must go, "My dear little girl." He gathered her up in his arms but did not kiss her. For once in his life, Georgie-Porgie was too deeply moved for kisses.
"There were always so many girls to be kissed and it was so easy to run away " She had always hated the nursery rhyme. But now it seemed to sing itself in her brain. "Georgie-Porgie, Pudding and pie, Kissed the girls, And made them cry " Cope was at Becky's right. "Aren't you going to talk to me? You haven't said a word since the soup." "Well, everybody else is talking."
He wanted to know all about it, and she repeated what Madge had said. Yet even as she talked that hateful rhyme persisted, "When the girls Came out to play, Georgie-Porgie Ran away " After dinner they went into the drawing-room so that Louise could play for them. A great mirror which hung at the end of the room reflected Louise on the piano bench in her baby frock.
He knew now that he cared tremendously. Randy had made him know it. It had not seemed so bad to think of Becky as breaking her heart and waiting for a word from him. It seemed very bad, indeed, when he thought of her as married to Randy. He felt that, of course, she did not love Randy; that he, Georgie-Porgie, had all that she had to give But woman-like, she had taken this way to get back at him.
There was Archibald condemned to die while youth still beat in his veins There was Louise, who must go on without him. There was the Admiral the last of a vanished company; there was the Major, whose life for four years had held horrors. There was Madge, radiant to-night in the love of her husband, as she had perhaps once been radiant for Dalton. Georgie-Porgie! It was a horrid name.
"To find that she is Mademoiselle Midas, whether he marries her or not." Of course Georgie-Porgie ran away. It was the inevitable climax. Flora's illness hastened things a bit. "She wants to see her New York doctors," Waterman had said. "I think we shall close the house, and join Madge later at the Crossing." George felt an unexpected sense of shock. The game must end, yet he wanted it to go on.
A chain of broken dreams? A husk of golden armor? Georgie-Porgie who had kissed and run away. She was listless at breakfast. The storm was over, and the Admiral was making plans for a picnic the next day to Altar Rock. "Hot coffee and lobster sandwiches, and a view of the sea on a day like this." Becky smiled.
And you don't have to be. There are plenty of clever women but only one Becky Bannister." It was just an hour later that Georgie-Porgie kissed her. She was at the piano in the music-room, and there was no light except the glimmer of tall white candles, and the silver moonlight which fell across the shining floor.
He wanted to know all about it, and she repeated what Madge had said. Yet even as she talked, that hateful rhyme persisted, "When the girls Came out to play, Georgie-Porgie Ran away " After dinner they went into the drawing-room so that Louise could play for them. A great mirror which hung at the end of the room reflected Louise on the piano bench in her baby frock.
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