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Mother was holding out on the Sweater at that time, saying that Sis had

a perfectly good one from Miami, and why not wear that? So I put up a

strong protest about the cigarettes, although I have never smoked but

once as I think the School knows, and that only half through, owing to

getting dizzy. I said that Sis smoked now and then, because she thought

it looked smart; but that, if I was to have a Career, I felt that the

sootheing influence of tobaco would help a lot.

So I got the new Sweater, and everything looked smooth again, and mother

kissed me on the way out, and said she had not meant to be harsch, but

that my great uncle Putnam had been a notorious drunkard, and I looked

like him, although of a more refined tipe.

There was a dreadful row that night, however, when father came home. We

were all dressed for dinner, and waiting in the drawing room, and Leila

was complaining about me, as usual.

"She looks older than I do now, mother," she said. "If she goes to the

seashore with us I'll have her always taging at my heals. I don't see

why I can't have my first summer in peace." Oh, yes, we were going to

the shore, after all. Sis wanted it, and everybody does what she wants,

regardless of what they prefer, even Fishing.

"First summer!" I exclaimed. "One would think you were a teething baby!"

"I was speaking to mother, Barbara. Everyone knows that a Debutante

only has one year nowadays, and if she doesn't go off in that year she's

swept away by the flood of new Girls the next fall. We might as well

be frank. And while Barbara's not a beauty, as soon as the bones in her

neck get a little flesh on them she won't be hopeless, and she has a

flipant manner that Men like."

"I intend to keep Barbara under my eyes this summer," mother said

firmly. "After last Xmas's happenings, and our Discovery today, I shall

keep her with me. She need not, however, interfere with you, Leila.

Her Hours are mostly diferent, and I will see that her friends are the

younger boys."

I said nothing, but I knew perfectly well she had in mind Eddie Perkins

and Willie Graham, and a lot of other little kids that hang around the

fruit Punch at parties, and throw the peas from the Croquettes at each

other when the footmen are not near, and pretend they are allowed to

smoke, but have sworn off for the summer.