"
"Jane!" I exclaimed.
"They mean passion," she muzed. "They are STRONG eyes. Did you ever see
a black-eyed man with glasses? Never. Bab, are you engaged to Tom?"
"Practicaly."
I saw that she wished details, but I am not that sort. I am not the kind
to repeat what has been said to me in the emotion of Love. I am one to
bury sentament deep in my heart, and have therfore the reputation of
being cold and indiferent. But better that than having the Male Sex
afraid to tell me how I effect them for fear of it being repeated to
other girls, as some do.
"Of course it cannot be soon, if at all," I said. "He has three more
years of College, and as you know, here they regard me as a child."
"You have your own income."
That reminded me of the reason for my having sought the privasy of my
Chamber. I said:
"Jane, I am thinking of buying an automobile. Not a Limousine, but
somthing styleish and fast. I must have Speed, if nothing else."
She stopped eating a caromel and gave me a stunned look.
"What for?"
"For emergencies."
"Then they disaprove of him?" she said, in a low, tence voice.
"They know but little, although what they suspect--Jane," I said, my
bitterness bursting out, "what am I now? Nothing. A prisoner, or the
equivalent of such, forbiden everything because I am to young! My Soul
hampered by being taken to the country where there is nothing to do,
given a pony cart, although but 20 months younger than Leila, and not
going to come out until she is married, or permanently engaged.
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