And he replied by saying
that she was big enough allready, which hurt because Jane is plump and
will eat starches anyhow.
Tommy Gray had improved a great deal since Xmas. He had at that time
apeared to long for his head. I said this to Jane, SOTO VOCE, while he
was looking at some neckties in a window.
"Well, his head is big enough now," she said in a snapish maner. "It
isn't very long, Bab, since you considered him a mere Child."
"He is twenty," I asserted, being one to stand up for my friends under
any and all circumstanses.
Jane snifed.
"Twenty!" she exclaimed. "He's not eighteen yet. His very noze is
imature."
Our discourse was interupted by the object of it, who requested an
opinion on the ties. He ignored Jane entirely.
We went in, and I purchaced a handsome tie for father, considering it
but right thus to show my apreciation of his giving me the Allowence.
It was seventy five cents, and I made out a check for the amount and
took the tie with me. We left Jane soon after, as she insisted on
adressing Tommy as dear child, or "MON ENFANT," and strolled on
together, oblivious to the World, by the World forgot. Our conversation
was largely about ourselves, Tommv maintaining that I gave an impression
of fridgidity, and that all the College men considered me so.
"Better fridgidity," I retorted, "than softness. But I am sincere. I
stick to my friends through thick and thin."
Here he observed that my Chin was romantic, but that my Ears were
stingy, being small and close to my head.
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