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Updated: May 5, 2025
"Am I dreaming?" said his voice in her ear, "or is this my chum? I'm almost afraid to speak to you!" "You look awfully nice, Jimps," she returned under her breath. "Yes, isn't it absurd for me to be peacocking like this? But they made me do it." "You take my breath away." "Look at Jean," she whispered. "Isn't she the loveliest thing you ever saw in your life?" He looked.
Every line of her is absolute grace and beauty, every turn of her head is fascination itself. I never saw such eyes. That little twist in the corner of her lip when she smiles is the most delicious thing I ever saw. Jimps looks at it forty times in every five minutes and I can't blame him. Mr.
Look at the stars!" "They're wonderful!" "Carrying something under that cape? Give it to me, chum." "It's only a bit of a basket, Jimps; never mind, you might spill it." "You can't carry a bit of a basket when I'm around! Spill nothing! Hand it over." "Terribly dictatorial to-night, aren't you?" "Possibly. I've been bossing a lot of new hands to-day, who didn't know a pick from a gang-plough."
"I can't convince mother and Rosy that I'm not really to spend the summer in the country with Jimps, and most of the rest of the year at home doing the usual round," sighed Jeannette, unburdening herself to her cousin during a half-hour's needed relaxation between luncheon and a visit to a famous jeweller's.
The plan was not to tell you, and to surprise you by walking in on you." Georgiana stared at him, as well as she could see him through the fervid twilight. "Jimps! Why, how could you get away?"
"Of course it's great, and there's no doubt that you must go," he said. He was sitting upon the rear porch of the manse, looking off toward Georgiana's garden, on the second evening after her return from the hurried drive to the Croftons'. "I'll do all I can for your father, of course. But don't ask me to console the book-writer." Georgiana laughed merrily. "He'll not need any consolation, Jimps.
We'll order books and books, and we'll go for splendid tramps, and every now and then we'll run into town for concerts and plays. And best of all, Georgiana," her voice sank "I'm sure sure Jimps isn't disappointed in me." "Disappointed! I should say not the lucky boy!" Georgiana agreed, all her fears gone to the winds.
As for Jimps he will be as easily read as an open book. Jeff, you won't let anything prevent our being there for the fête they ask us for?" "Nothing that I can foresee and provide for," Craig promised. "I'm quite as eager as you to discover how the transplanting of the hothouse plant into the hardy outdoor soil of the country has worked out.
"I've had the cold plunge," admitted Georgiana, laughing. "And I'm 'fit as a fiddle, as Jimps says. He sent his good-bye to you and told me to tell you he'll never forget you never!" "Tell him I'll not let him forget me or you, either. Oh, how I hate to have you go, both of you!"
If the truth must be confessed, after suffering the mood which had only lately been dissipated, she could not resist producing the effect she knew, if Jimps were still Jimps, was bound to be produced. Such is woman! Quite as she had foreseen, he was aroused on the instant.
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