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But I felt that I must talk to somone. So I said: "Eddie, if you had your choice of love or a Career, which would it be?"

"Why not both," he said, hiching the rubber band onto one of his front

teeth and playing on it. "Niether ought to take up all a fellow's time.

Say, listen to this! Talk about a eukelele!"

"A woman can never have both."

He played a while, struming with one finger until the hand sliped off

and stung him on the lip.

"Once," I said, "I dreamed of a Career. But I beleive love's the most

important."

Well, I shall pass lightly over what followed. Why is it that a girl

cannot speak of Love without every member of the Other Sex present, no

matter how young, thinking it is he? And as for mother maintaining that

I kissed that wreched Child, and they saw me from the drawing-room, it

is not true and never was true. It was but one more Misunderstanding

which convinced the Familey that I was carrying on all manner of afairs.

Carter Brooks had arrived that day, and was staying at the Perkins'

cottage. I got rid of the Perkins' baby, as his Nose was bleeding--but I

had not slaped him hard at all, and felt little or no compunction--when

I heard Carter coming down the walk. He had called to see Leila, but

she had gone to a beech dance and left him alone. He never paid any

attention to me when she was around, and I recieved him cooly.

"Hello!" he said.

"Well?" I replied.

"Is that the way you greet me, Bab?"

"It's the way I would greet most any Left-over," I said. "I eat hash at

school, but I don't have to pretend to like it."

"I came to see YOU."

"How youthfull of you!" I replied, in stinging tones.

He sat down on a Bench and stared at me.

"What's got into you lately?" he said. "Just as you're geting to be

the prettiest girl around, and I'm strong for you, you--you turn into a

regular Rattlesnake."

The kindness of his tone upset me considerably, to who so few kind Words

had come recently. I am compeled to confess that I wept, although I had

not expected to, and indeed shed few tears, although bitter ones.

How could I posibly know that the chaste Salute of Eddie Perkins and my

head on Carter Brooks' shoulder were both plainly visable against the

rising moon? But this was the Case, especialy from the house next door.