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But we cannot not give them so much to talk of. We can be trying to return " "Don't be a goose, Ri-Ri!" he broke in sharply. He was a man. He did not understand the full agony. .
"You're a love," said Ruth heartily, appearing at her side, very stunning herself in jade green, with her smooth hair a miracle of shining perfection. "And you're different," added Ruth in a slightly puzzled voice, looking her small cousin over with the thoroughness of an inventory. "It must be the hair, Ri-Ri. .
Advancing shyly among the young girls, filled with divided wonder at their self-possession and their extreme décolletage, Ri-Ri gazed at the glass timidly, determinedly, fatefully, as one approaches an oracle, and out from the glittering surface was flung back to her a radiant image of reassurance a vision of a slim figure in filmiest white, slender arms and shoulders bare, dark hair not braided now, but piled high upon her head a revelation of a nape of neck as young and kissable as a baby's and yet an addition of bewildering years to her immaturity.
For that for a little of that she had the sanction of the new American freedom, the permission of Cousin Jane's casual, understanding smile. "It's all right," that smile had seemed to say to her, "it's all right as long as it's Johnny Byrd but be careful, Ri-Ri."
With a supreme effort of credulity he envisaged the fact. Perhaps it was really so. Perhaps she was just as sequestered and guileless and inexperienced as that. It was ridiculous. It was amusing. It was somehow intriguing. With his hand upon her bare arm he drew her closer. "Ri-Ri honest now is this the first ?"
"You little baby!" said Johnny again softly, and suddenly she felt his kiss upon her cheek. "Poor little Ri-Ri! Poor tired little girl!" "Oh, you must not. Signor, you must not." "Signor," he said reproachfully. "J-Johnny," she choked. "That's better. .
I'll say it's wrong but here we are. I'll bet the others are up there now lapping up that food. Come on, Ri-Ri, we haven't far now to go." In a gust of optimism he held out his hand and Maria Angelina clutched it with a weariness courage could not conceal. It seemed to her that her breath was gone utterly, that her feet were leaden weights and her muscles limply effortless.
"But there is no Saint Susy," Ri-Ri interposed gayly, lightly fingering the dark curves of her hair. Truly for Johnny she had done her darndest! Surely he would be pleased. "If you'd only let me cut that lower you're simply swaddled in tulle "
There was a gasp from the interior. "Ri-Ri, listen to me!" he demanded upon the threshold. "You're raving loco nuts! There's no harm in my huddling under the same roof with you it's a damn necessity. I'm not going to hold hands and I'm not going to kiss you. If you've got any drawn swords you can lay their blades between us.
The sudden shower had sent them all scurrying for shelter, and when the climb was resumed, they crossed the river on those wide, flat stepping-stones that Johnny Byrd had missed, and re-formed in self-absorbed little twos and threes that failed to take note of the absence of the laggards. When Ruth remembered to call back, "Where's Ri-Ri?" to her mother, Mrs.
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