Saturday news. (Watertown, S.D.) 19??-19??, 1915-11-04
Err xxi.
Fanchon.

50 Il E-IS 1853
small hand and, exclai1ning,
with simple honesty, sWhy, 81
don't want It'll, followed Fan
chon out into the sunshiny yard, where
they came to a halt and surveyed each
other.
Penrod stared awkwardly at Fan.
chon. no other occupation suggesting
itself to him, while Fanchon, with the
utmost %coolTess, made a very thorough
visual examination Of Penrod, fayoring
him with an estimating scrutiny which
lasted until he literally wiggled. Final-
~ she spoke.
Where do you buy your ties?" she
asked.
"What?"
Where do YOU buy your necktiesa
Papa gets his at Skoone's. You ought
to get yours there. I'm sure the one
you're wearing isn't from Skoone'stn 80
"Skoone's? Penrod repeated
"Skoone's?"
On Fifth avenue" said Fanchon.
Its a very smart shop, the men say.
"MenY' echoed Penrod in a hazy
whisper. "MenY
Where do your people go in sum
merg' inquired the lady. we go to
Long Shore, but SO many middle class.
people have begun coming there mann
ma thinks OF leaving. The middle
classes are simply awful, don't you
Think
"Whatf'
They're SO boorjaw. You speak
French, of course?n
"Me|
"We ran over to Paris last year. It's
lovely, don't you think? Don't you
love the Rue de la Paix?"
Penrod wandered In a labyrinth.
This girl seemed to be talking, but her
words were d~umfounding, and OF
course there was no way for him to
know that he was really listening to
her mother. It was his first meeting
with one Of those grownup little girls,
wonderful product Of the winter apart
ment and summer hotel, and Fanchon,
an only child. was a star Of the brand.
He began to feel resentful.
II suppose" she went on, 'I,n find
everything here fearfully western.
Some nice people called yesterday,
though. Do you know the Magsworth
Bittses? Auntie says they're charm
ing. Will Roddy be at your party2n
Il guess he will returned Penrod,
finding this ineligible. 1.-THE multi"
Realty Fanchon exclaimed airily.
aren't you great pals with him7"
What's 'pals'?'
Good heavens! Don't you know
what It al to say you're great
pals with any one? You are an odd.
childg'
It was too much.
"Oh, bugs" said Penrod.
This bit Of rufianism had a curious
effect. Fanchon looked upon him with
sudden favor.
II like you, Penrod," she said in an.
odd way, and whatever else there may
have been in her manner there certain
" wa no shyness.
"Oh, bugsT' This repetition may
have lacked galIantry, but 1t was ut
tered in no very decided tone. Penrod
was shaken.
Eyes, I do" She stepped closer to
him, smiling. .Your hair is ever SO
pretty"
Sailors parrots swear like mariners,
they say, and gay mothers ought to re-
alize that all children are initiative, for
as the ~precocious Fanchon leaned to-
ward Penrod the manner In which she
looked into his eyes might have made
a thoughtful observer wonder where
she had learned her pretty ways.
Penrod vas even more confused
than he had been by her previous mys-
~teries, but his confusion was OF a dis
tinctly pleasant and alluring nature.
He wanted more of it. Looking inten-
honally into another persons eyes is
an act unknown to childhood, and PEN
rods discovery that it could be done
was sensational. He had never
thought of looking into the eyes of
Marjorie Jones.
Despite all anguish, contumely, Tar
and Maurice Levy, he still secretly
thought of Marjorie. with pathetic
consistency, as his beau though that
IS not how he would have spelled IT
Marjorie was beautiful; her curIs were
long and the color of amber; her nose
was straight. and her freckles were
honest: she was much prettier than
this accomplished visitor. But beauty
is not all.
4 dol" breathed Fanchon softly.
She seemed to him a fairy creature
from some roster world than this. So
humble Is the human heart 1t glori-
aes and makes glamorous almost any
poor thing that says to It, n like
you.r.
Penrod was enslaved. He swallow
ed, eonghed. scratched the back OF his
neck and said d~isjoinfedly
Well don't care--if you want to.
i just as oon."
Wei dance together said Fan
chon, al your party
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