“It reminds me of last spring——”
“That’s strange.”
“What?” said Jessie, puzzled.
“Why, that this spring should remind you of last.”
“Don’t get flippant, young lady,” said Jessie, severely, “or I shall be obliged to give you a ducking,” the river being very convenient just there, as the girls had to walk alongside its shores for some distance before turning into Lucile’s avenue.
“Please don’t; I had enough of a ducking last year in camp when I fell off the rock. Don’t you remember?” said Evelyn, with a rueful smile.
“I should say I do, rather,” laughed Jessie. “No one who was there and saw you could ever possibly forget it.”
“Oh, I know I always make an impression,” said Evelyn, wilfully misunderstanding.
For once Jessie could find no suitable retort. “You hate yourself, don’t you?” was all she could say. 20
“Not so you could notice it,” said Evelyn, enjoying her victory. “It seems to me that you were saying something when I——”