“Of course not. Or to have to pay for pretty things for somebody else to wear. Or to have to drop a nice book, and go out in the rain to escort home a girl who had been calling on some one else,” said the girl with the Roman nose.
“Yes. Or to have to buy candy for somebody else to eat,” said the girl with the classic profile.
“M’hm. Or to have the nearest woman manage one, without one being aware of the fact,” said the girl with the eyeglasses. “I know! Or to have to fall in love with a girl, and marry her, just because she had made up her mind that one should,” said the blue-eyed girl.
“Yes. Well, really the poor things have a great deal to endure, though many of their sufferings are mercifully hidden from them,” said the girl with the dimple in her chin. “But, after all, we are very nice to them, you know.”
“Of course we are,” said the president; “we wouldn’t get nearly so many things out of them, if we were not. Girls, I hear that Annie has finally decided to marry Nelson.”
“I thought she had done that long ago,” said the brown-eyed blonde. “Talk of a woman not knowing her own mind. That man never—”
“He knew his own mind well enough, dear. It was only about Annie’s that he was doubtful,” said the girl with the dimple in her chin. “Annie told me herself how it came to be settled. She said that she couldn’t decide whether to accept him or not—”
“Which means that she had done all she could, and was doubtful whether he would do the rest,” said the brown-eyed blonde.
“Perhaps so. At any rate it was still uncertain until last Tuesday. He had been out of town for several days, and returned unexpectedly. Annie had gone out to mail a letter, and just as she raised the lid of the letter-box she saw him coming up the street toward her. As they walked away together, she glanced down and saw that she still held her letter in her hand, but her pocket-book was gone!”
“Goodness, you don’t mean to say that she—”