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very well how engaging she
looked with her hair in pictur-
esque disorder. I'm due at White
Sulphur on the first. remember.
I'm matched with somebody in
some semi-finals down there"
"And l." said slim Edda Chase,
Fam off to Cuba or Nassau, or
anywhere where it's tropical and
there's a hot white sun and sand
to bask on. Palm Beach always
spoils me and / always am silly
enough to come away too soon"
Just a lot of cream puffs,"
scorned the red-haired man,
whose name was Miles Crawford,
This is what you all need. This
wind in your faces. Put some red
blood in your veins and improve
that pale trickle of grenadine and
perfume you've got under your
skins now"
IF you tell me ! should go in
and take a cold shower. Miles,
I'll shrek and bite you. l want
a tall glass with something very
hot in it,"
Two tall glasses" amended
Edda Chase.
Two 1t is and dividend. And
then a deep hot tub with pine
salts and a hot towel as big as a
barn door,"
Victoria Mallard sighed. Her
whole body was crying out for
rest and heat and luxury, but
she could not let go. would not
betray her WEAKNESS by even a
sign. These bright. slim young
things were easy and sure, they
could be frail. they could coddle
themselves, but she had to be
jaunty and accomplishing. play
ing at youth and making a brave
show of enduring. She had TO do
this, or be poor old Vicki, who
couldn't take 1t.
GREAT fires roared in the high
~ rooms of Haynes old house,
but the windows ratified and in
Victoria's room the air was drafty
and chill, the radiator kissing
thinly, the floor of her tiny bath
like ice. A small negro maid
came in to help her and Vicki
envied the girl the thick old wool
sweater she had pulled over her
starched uniform. She thought
regretfully of her warm apart
ment in Washington, with heavy
curtains to keep out the wind and
thick carpets under her feet.
The maids hands were bony
and frigid. her toothy smile was
forced as she hung away Vicki's
riding clothes and helped her into
a knit frock of blue wool.
Isn't this cold unusual at this
time of year," vicki asked.
"No'm-this yere's the Easter
storm. We always gifts a bad
spell when the Easter moon
changes. I've seed ice on them
trees out there, like they was
made of glass, and them leaved
out and In bloom"
In the big library Haynes stood
in front of the fire. still in his
riding clothes and muddy boots.
Twice he had had TO get down TO
let down bars for Vicki, who
could not bring herself to jump.
He had tall. steaming glass in
his hand and motioned toward a
tray where a half dozen others
stood.
Vicki shook her head. When
you began to fade you had to be
careful what you drank. She
pulled a little rocker to the fire.
Others not down yet ?"
"Edda sent word she was going
10 sleep. You don't look tired,
Vicki. You're quite a wonderful
person - vital - not many like
you. Now. of course I'm red
blooded too. It's all this. of
course running this place. see,
ing to everything, keeps me on
my mettle and hard as nails. But
you haven't lived an outdoor
life
No. but I've always been
strong. And l adore the coun-
try" Vicki said, a trife too
eagerly. when it's gay like this,
of course. There are places
dreadful lonely places" She
was thinking of the big house on
the Bay where Emory had buried
himself among the orange trees.
where he was trying to bury
Rosemary. and a crimson fare of
indignation burned in Vicki's
cheeks. Rosemary should be here
now, 1t should have been Rose
mary riding the hills today in
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