But it did not and I had a truly happy hour, not at all
spoiled by looking out the window and seeing Jane going by, with her
eyes popping out, and walking very slowly so I would invite her to come
in.
WHICH I DID NOT.
Dear Dairy, HE WILL DO IT. At first he did not understand, and looked
astounded. But when I told him of Carter being in the advertizing
busness, and father owning a large mill, and that there would be
reporters and so on, he became thoughtfull.
"It's realy incredably clever," he said. "And if it's pulled off right
it ought to be a Stampede. But I'd like to see Mr. Brooks. We can't have
it fail, you know." He leaned over the table. "It's straight goods, is
it, Miss er--Barbara? There's nothing foney about it?"
"Foney!" I said, drawing back. "Certainly not."
He kept on leaning over the table.
"I wonder," he said, "what makes you so interested in the Play?"
Oh, Dairy, Dairy!
And just then I looked up, and the Adventuress was staring in the door
at me with the MEANEST look on her face.
I draw a Veil over the remainder of our happy hour. Suffice it to say
that he considers me exactly the tipe he finds most atractive, and that
he does not consider my noze to short. We had a long dispute about this.
He thinks I am wrong and says I am not an acquiline tipe. He says I am
romantic and of a loving disposition. Also somwhat reckless, and he
gave me good advice about doing what my Familey consider for my good, at
least until I come out.
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