'And very nice too,' said Ross, 'if I had a nice little nun to cuddle.'
That woke me right up. I don't know how my brother can say such things! Father says that really some of the family jokes can't go in my novel. But I can scratch them out after.
CHAPTER X
It's a whole month since I wrote a chapter of my book. I don't seem to have had much time lately, although I know we all have all the time there is, as the Bishop reminded the lady who complained that she had not had enough in which to say her prayers!
And now it is full spring and the woods are a pageant of flowers, and there is a glory of green over the garden. It is warm like summer and the nights are still, and that wondrous thing called 'Love' has come to me.
I wish that I could get its fragrance down and put into my book something of its perfection.
My father twinkles at me and says that although I have got in William I., and 'the strong love interest' has turned up, William II. and the fauna of the South Pole have still to be inserted.
I think it's difficult to write of love, but Nannie says,—
'Oh, no. Just tell about the time you saw him first, and what he said to you, and you to him.'
But that first time, in church, he only looked at me, and the second time, out in the woods, I ran away! But two days after that, Aunt Constance had a dinner party, and the Foxhills came, and with them—Michael. I saw that same glow of adoration on his face, and I was afraid to let him see my eyes lest he should catch an answering look in them.