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Annabelle, agrees.
CHAPTER vi
Annabelle grinned and ran over to
the table, from the drawer of which
she extracted small note book which
had been used a long time ago for
bridge-scores.
'Now, listen, honey" she said. 81
don't want to put a single scratch
down in here. If you just look on
things right you'll see there's no use
in being that way at ALL"
"But you won't go kissing other
boys, will you, Annabelle, and you
don't"
She clapped a small cool palm over
his mouth.
"You know love you, honey-Bob,
so don't run on that way-so hush.'
He felt like backward four-year-
old.
Hinky Bates arrived promptly at
four, polite, superciliously grinning,
in an enormous nickeled roadster.
"Why don't you and Annabelle come
on and ride over to Coonville ?" he
asked. eve were going, and we'd
like to have you along"
Blazing and yet holding what he
thought to be good control over him.
self, he turned his back without re-
ply on Bates, and spoke to Annabelle.
81 must go now. May I call you
tomorrow-if you are free?"
"You, Bob!" she breathed accus-
ingly. "That's ten off already" She
make a quick mark in the little book
which she still held in her hand.
His face turned a deep vermilion.
Inundated, he hated her for a mo-
ment. But he held his tongue.
She went on: "Bob Starr, you will
either come with us and be nice, or
I'll take off another ten. We're goin'
to pick up a whole crowd, and dust
all over, and have big time. Are
you comm
"No," said Bob. "I've got to work. "
He bowed, still flushed, and walked
out toward the porch.
"All right for you, Bob. told you.
That's twenty off now"
Celia Damn, in black satin hostess
pajamas, watched Bob amusedly over
her teacup She reminded him lit
tie of a cat, with her rather owlishly
big eyes, the way she moved, her
sharp, incessant femininity. She was
his third cousin. But at least she
made him feel like an adult again.
He was glad he came-the first time
since March. Celia Damn was thirty
four; the corners of her mouth were
worn like old parchment by the flick
erings of her bright nervous smile
He could understand why Professor
Herbert Damn had left her behind
when he went on the exchange pro-
fessorship to Harvard: she had sleek
hard mind, a patent-leather soul. Yet
he was glad he came. In the neat
small sitting-room of the new apart.
ment overlooking Parker Field, among
the books that Herbert Damn hadn't
wanted, the blue teacups, the late sun
shine and the great copper samovar
Bob could feel detached from the cal
low whirlpool Of Annabelle. He coulc
feel grown-up again.
"But it's so grand to see you," she
said when he apologized for dropping
in without warning. Really, Robert
never talk with anyone with even {
vestige of mind. You know facult!
wives. And one can't afford to enter
tain students. Tongues would wae
themselves off about a grass widow
having students in her flat; besides
they're such boresome youngsters
most of them"
He agreed that they were just that
and walked out into the breathless
hot blue of six o'clock, when there il
benevolent haze over the neo-Gothi
spires of Lawton. He held his hea,
up, and walked fast and Importantly
The tradition which required student
to lift their hats to professors on tn
street increased his sense of well-be
ing.
That night after supper he walke'