The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-03-03

{ asked himself gloomily, as he re-
! turned to the bathroom and pre-
Lsred to take a cold shower. Alarm
the family? It's early yet. The young
rake may come sneaking back in
time for breakfast, and be properly
indignant at my interference.
Yes, 1 guess I'd better give him
a little more time-and quite large
piece of my mind when he does turn
| in"
After the biting cold of the show
er, followed by a vigorous toweling,
he felt fit to cope with any lake.
And by the time he had pulled on
| his dark-blue swimming suit, which
Mrs. Rhodes had insisted upon his
| bringing, he was even Wihstling in
a sudden surge of animal spirits.
His soalp-prickling premonitions of
the night before were temporarily
| forgotten.
In the front hall he found Wick
EFT awaiting him, a tray laden with
four tall glasses of orange juice in
his hands.
Miss Gigi just has gone to the
lake, sir. 1t lies to the east of the
house. Is Mr.. Dick not swimming,
sir?"
II rather think not. Wicket"
Dundee answered evaSively, as he
took the orange juice the butler
offered.
/ Wicket, whose middle-aged face
! seemed old and tired this morning,
was about to ask another question,
but the faint sound of a door open
/ ing on the second floor deferred
him. He set the tray upon a little
table in the hall and gravely opened
the front door for Dundee.
1t was a glorious September morn
/ ing-"dew-purled," as Gigi had
said; a young, fragrant, joyous
morning.
Isn't it gorgeous? Aren't you
glad you came?" Gigi cried, run
ming to meet her new friend, her
arms spread like wings.
For a long moment they stood
swinging their clasped hands joy
ouSly, while Gigi's topaz eyes Shone
at him. You look about Is your
/ self this morning. my Bonnie Dun
dee!" she decided, an oddly deep
note under her strident young So
prano.
Bonnie, bonnie with your hair
all wet-curly. and your eyes as blue
as h9hV'C uyn71doY- - che
added frankly. 'if I'm falling in love
with you. Just this minute I had
the funniest. roller-cOaster feeling
in my tummy when I looked at YOU
- Oh, darn Here comes the
grown-up lovers. and you'll have to
pretend to be grown-up. too. d.
DUT she did not wait for a reply,
ID for which Dundee was grateful.
She went skipping across the close
cut grass to greet and badger her
sister and Seymour Crosby.
Slow pokeSi" she gibed shrilly
"Or did you two pause on the
| GRAND marble staircase for a pash
embrace? Race you to the lake, Mr..
CroSbyl'
And Dundee had not realized
how much he could like Seymour
Crosby until that slim aristocrat
had flung off his dressing-gow and
dashed Fundamentally after the
| flying child. catching her. for his
long legs were swift. two yards short
Of the spring board.
Clorinda followed slowly, her
beautiful face dark with sulky re-
sentiment.
Mad at me?" Gigi challenged her
sister tmpishly. Did wicked lit
tie sister cheat booful big sister
out of her beauty sleep? Sayr
she discovered suddenly. you look
as if you hadn't slept at all, Clol
You've got awful circles under your
eyes. Why didn't you tell me to
go to the devil. then turn over and
go to sleep again? Gigi's sorry
honestl"
"Oh, leave me alone!" Clorinda
commanded sharply. I'm all right
but I don't think I shall swim. after
all. That water must be icy" and
she shivered and turned her back
/ upon the lake.
Don't DE a spoil-Sport. Clo!"
Gigi begged, hopping upon the
Spring-board. You'd only be cold
a teeny minute, and then-Good-
nessl" she broke off suddenly, and
raised her short little nose to sniff,
as a sudden breeze from the south
rippled the rose-and-silver surface
of the lake. "Fleur d Amour! Can't
you smell it. everybody? 1t must
have soaked clear through to our
] bones. to keep on smelling Ike
thisl"