“But suppose I lose?”
She was silent a moment and then slipped her arm gently about him, drew down his ear and whispered, “You shall not lose—I’ve set my heart on it.”
He pressed her hands and said, “How like my sweet mother’s voice was that!”
And then they fell to discussing plans for giving Miss Sallie and her friend a jolly time at the Springs.
“But Auntie, these plans don’t seem to me exactly what I’d like. You see I want to be the whole thing. It may be hopelessly selfish, but I can’t help it.”
“Well that isn’t best.”
“Say Auntie, what do I look like anyway? How would you describe my make up? Let’s get at the weak spots and splint them up a little. You know, I never seriously cared a rap before about my looks.”
“Well”—she answered, slowly regarding him, “I ’ll be perfectly frank with you.
“You are tall—at least two inches taller than the average man, and your muscular body gives one the impression of power. You have black hair, dark-brown eyes that look out from your shaggy straight eye-brows with a piercing light.”
“You think the brows too shaggy?”