“That’s just what I am,” replied Winthrop, heartily, “a big elder brother—and a slave—and always an admirer.”
“And I shall tell Julian so,” added Holly.
“I wouldn’t, really.”
“But why?”
“Oh, well, you’ll just make him more jealous and unhappy, my dear. Or, at least, that’s the effect it would have on me were I in his place, and I fancy lovers are much the same North and South.”
“Jealousy is nasty,” said Holly, sententiously.
“Many of our most human sentiments are,” responded Winthrop dryly, “but we can’t help them.”
Holly was silent a moment. Then——
“Would you mind not calling me ‘my dear’?” she asked.