Jane snifed.
“Twenty!” she exclaimed. “He’s not eighteen yet. His very noze is imature.”
Our discourse was interupted by the object of it, who requested an opinion on the ties. He ignored Jane entirely.
We went in, and I purchaced a handsome tie for father, considering it but right thus to show my apreciation of his giving me the Allowence.
It was seventy five cents, and I made out a check for the amount and took the tie with me. We left Jane soon after, as she insisted on adressing Tommy as dear child, or “mon enfant” and strolled on together, oblivious to the World, by the World forgot. Our conversation was largely about ourselves, Tommy maintaining that I gave an impression of fridgidity, and that all the College men considered me so.
“Better fridgidity,” I retorted, “than softness. But I am sincere. I stick to my friends through thick and thin.”
Here he observed that my Chin was romantic, but that my Ears were stingy, being small and close to my head. This irratated me, although glad they are small. So I bought him a gardenia to wear from a flour-seller, but as the flour-seller refused a check, he had to pay for it.
In exchange he gave me his Frat pin to wear.
“You know what that means, don’t you, Bab?” he said, in a low and thriling tone. “It means, if you wear it, that you are my—well, you’re my girl.”
Although thriled, I still retained my practacality.