But the words of my grandmother ran in my head,
And I would not listen to a word that he said."
"There, that will do, Nathalie," interposed Helen with decision.
"Not at all," cried Jean.
"Says I to myself there must be some mistake,
What a great fuss these old folks make,
If the boys and the girls had all been so afraid,
Why grandma herself would have been an old maid."
Jean sang the foolish words recklessly, and when she had finished shot a half-defiant glance from under her long lashes in Farr's direction. His eyes met hers with a long, steady look. Somewhat disconcerted, Jean flushed hotly and turned hurriedly away.
"That was a daisy, Jean," and Dick roared with laughter.