“Careful!” I said. “Then it’s not doing Things, but being found out, that matters!”
“Careful in your conduct, Bab.”
“He was a beautiful young man, father,” I observed, sliping my arm through his.
“Barbara, Barbara! Your poor mother——”
“Now look here, father,” I said. “If it was mother who was interested in him it might be troublesome. But it is only me. And I warn you, here and now, that I expect to be thrilled at the sight of a Nice Young Man right along. It goes up my back and out the roots of my hair.”
Well, my father is a real Person, so he told me to talk sense, and gave me twenty dollars, and agreed to say nothing about the young man to mother, if I would root for Canada against the Adirondacks for the summer, because of the Fishing.
Mother was waiting in the hall for me, but she held me off with both hands.
“Not until you have bathed and changed your clothing, Barbara,” she said. “I have never had it.”
She meant the whooping cough. The school will recall the epademic which ravaged us last June, and changed us from a peaceful institution to what sounded like a dog show.
Well, I got the same old room, not much fixed up, but they had put up diferent curtains anyhow, thank goodness. I had been hinting all spring for new Furnature, but my Familey does not take a hint unless it is cloroformed first, and I found the same old stuff there.