Ted looked sheepish.
“I ride so well,” I proceeded. “I sit up so straight and look so nice.”
No answer.
“Gloves,” I went on, still without looking at him. “White and pearl ones for evening, and russet gloves for the street, No. 8.”
“Oh, quit, won’t you? I’m sorry I said that. But if you only knew how you mortify me.”
“Cheer up, Tedcastle. I am going away, you know. And when I come back you will either have got over caring so much or I will be more of a lady.”
“I’m sorry you are going,” said my brother. “But as you are going, perhaps you will let me use your rooms while you are gone. Your bed is the best one I ever slept in, and your study would be bully for the boys when they come to see me.”
I was too stunned to reply. He went on, utterly oblivious of my consternation:
“And I am going to use your wheel while you are gone, if you don’t mind, to take the girls out on. I know some awfully nice girls who can ride, but their wheels are last year’s make, and they won’t ride them. I’d rather like to be able to offer them a new wheel.”
“I am not going to take all my party dresses. Have you any use for them?” I said.