I have puzled over this, since, dear Dairy. Because there must be some reason why men fall in Love with me. I am not ugly, but I am not beautifull, my noze being too short. And as for clothes, I get none except Leila’s old things. But Jane Raleigh says there are women like that. She has a couzin who has had four Husbands and is beginning on a fifth, although not pretty and very slovenly, but with a mass of red hair.
Are all men to be my Lovers?
“Carter,” I said earnestly, “I must tell you now that I do not care for you—in that way.”
“What made you send for me, then?”
“Good gracious!” I exclaimed, losing my temper somwhat. “I can send for the ice man without his thinking I’m crazy about him, can’t I?”
“Thanks.”
“The truth is,” I said, sitting down and motioning him to a seat in my maturest manner, “I—I want some money. There are many things, but the Money comes first.”
He just sat and looked at me with his mouth open.
“Well,” he said at last, “of course—I suppose you know you’ve come to a Bank that’s gone into the hands of a reciever. But aside from that, Bab, it’s a pretty mean trick to send for me and let me think—well, no matter about that. How much do you want?”
“I can pay it back as soon as father comes home,” I said, to releive his mind. It is against my principals to borow money, especialy from one who has little or none. But since I was doing it, I felt I might as well ask for a lot.