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If you touched that sort of peach ever so lightly, it might remain in your hand." "I don't think so," replied Claude haughtily. "She's only kind-hearted." "Perhaps you're right. But I'm terribly afraid of girls who are too kindhearted," Julius confessed. He had wanted to drop Claude a word of warning for some time. Claude kept his engagement with Miss Millmore.
He took her out to the skating pond several times, indeed, though in the beginning he told her he feared her ankles were too weak. Their last excursion was made by moonlight, and after that evening Claude avoided Miss Millmore when he could do so without being rude. She was attractive to him no more. It was her way to subdue by clinging contact.
Since then her vogue had somewhat declined. Miss Millmore often lingered about the campus to walk down town with Claude. However he tried to adapt his long stride to her tripping gait, she was sure to get out of breath. She was always dropping her gloves or her sketchbook or her purse, and he liked to pick them up for her, and to pull on her rubbers, which kept slipping off at the heel.
Claude looked forward to seeing Peachy Millmore, missed her if she were not in the alcove, found it quite natural that she should explain her absences to him, tell him how often she washed her hair and how long it was when she uncoiled it. One Friday in February Julius Erlich overtook Claude on the campus and proposed that they should try the skating tomorrow.
She came from Georgia, and was spending the winter with her aunt on B street. Although she was short and plump, Miss Millmore moved with what might be called a "carriage," and she had altogether more manner and more reserve than the Western girls. Her hair was yellow and curly, the short ringlets about her ears were just the colour of a new chicken.
"Yes, I'm going out," Claude replied. "I've promised to teach Miss Millmore to skate. Won't you come along and help me?" Julius laughed indulgently. "Oh, no! Some other time. I don't want to break in on that." "Nonsense! You could teach her better than I." "Oh, I haven't the courage!" "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean." "No, I don't. Why do you always laugh about that girl, anyhow?"
They were lively and friendly; they often asked him to lift heavy books and portfolios from the shelves, and greeted him gaily when he met them in the street or on the campus, and talked to him with the easy cordiality usual between boys and girls in a co-educational school. One of these girls, Miss Peachy Millmore, was different from the others, different from any girl Claude had ever known.
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