The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1921-09-28
CHAPTER VII.

Win II spring seemed 10 nave COUe
on a rush of perfume and green beau
". Days had been soft and warm
before; this day was hot, and flushed
with color and splendor.
Alix and Cherry washed each 9TH
er's hair in the old fashion, and came
trailing down with towels and combs
TO the garden. The doctor joined them
In the midst of their tossing and
spreading, and sat smoking peacefully
on the porch steps
ooh, heavens, how l love this sort
of weather. Alix exclaimed, flinging
her brown name backward, her tall
figure slender in a faded kimon0.
Dad and Peter" she went on, sud-
denly sitting erect, will get all this
nice clean hair full of cigar smoke
tonight, so what's the use, anyway
'Tonight's the night we go to Pc
ter'sT' Cherry stated rather than
asked. do you remember" she
glanced at her father, who was read
ing lbs paper, do you remember
when Dad always used to scold US
for being rude to Peter"
well, I'd rather go to Peters for
dinner than anywhere else ever go"
Alix remarked, dreamily. Seriously,
l mean til" she repeated as Cherry
looked at her in amused surprise. "In
the first place, j love his bungalow
tiny as 1t is, it has the whole of lit
tie canyon to itself, and the prettiest
view in the valley, / think. And then
/ love the messy sitting room, with
all the books and music, and / love
the way Peter entertains. / WISH"
she added simply, that 1 liked Peter
half as well as I do his housed"
Peters a dearT' Cherry contended.
"Oh, I know he isw Alix said,
quickly. Peters always been a dear,
of course. But / mean in a special
sense" finished Alix with an en-
tirely unembarrassed grin.
Cherry, through glittering cloud
of hair, looked at her steadily. Sud
denly she gave an odd laugh.
do you know / never thought Of
Peter like thatT' she said.
Alix nodded with cautious look at
her father, who was out of hearing.
NO. nor /! We've always taken
him rather for granted" she admit
ted. "Only I've been rather wishing
lately, that Peter wasn't such an I'M
flattering, big-brotherish, everyday
neighbor sort of person"
Cherry regarded her steadily, with
an awakening look in her eyes.
"Wihy lately?' she asked.
Because" said Alix, briskly and
unromantically, 81 think Peter would
like me towel, to stop taking him
for granted! l imagine he's awfully
lonely. And then 1 imagine 1t would
please Dad"
dad has always been ridiculously
fond of him." Cherry said, thought
fully. Peter-possibly in love with
Alix! She had never even suspected
1t. Well. there was something rather
pleasant In the thought. after all, II
Alix didn't mind his ugliness and
thinness. Cherry thought about it all
day. She had no thought of money
year or two ago; but she was more
experienced now. And Peter was rich.
Ordinarily she would have said that
she was not going to change for
Peters dinner; but this afternoon,
without mentioning the fact, she
| quietly got into one of her prettiest
| dresses dress that had been made
in the long-ago excitement of trous-
+! seau days. Peter as a rather auto
cratic and critical neighbor was one
thing; as a possible brother-in-law he
| was another.
She came downstairs TO find her
| father waiting, and they walked away
through the woods together. Alix
had already gone up to Peters house
| to play tennis. They walked slowly
! through the lovely aisles of the trees,
crossing road or two, climbing
steadily upward under great redwoods.
Cherry's skirt brushed the gold dust
from masses and masses of buttercups
| The tennis was over, but just over /;
Peter and Alix were sitting, still pant
| Ing, on the rail of the wide. open
| porch. and shouted as the others
came up.
"You missed doubles 20 called Alix
1.-THE grandest we ever did, Doubles
with the Thompsons and three sets
| straight to us-six-two, six-two, and
| siI-two againl They've gone. Oh,
heavens, never had such tennis. Oh,
I Peter, when you stood there at the net
/ and just curved your hand like cup"
| -Alix gave an enthusiastic imitation
-"and over she went, and game and
seti"
Cherry, sinking white and friIly into
a chair. smiled indulgently. The walk
had given her a wild-r0se color, and
even AIix was struck with her extraor-
binary beauty. Alix had wheeled
about on the rail TO face The porch,
and Peter had gotten to his feet and
was Hospitality pushing basket chairs
about Now he gave Alix a critical
look
You're disgracefuIly dirtyi" he
said, fraternally.
81 know it." she answered, calmly.
''E[ave / time TO tubY'
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