Again Evans felt that sense of unaccountable irritation. He wished that Mary wouldn’t sing....
Later as he and Jane swung along together in the clear cold Jane said:
“I’ve such a lot to tell you——”
She told it in her whimsical way—Baldy’s adventure, Frederick Towne’s visit, the basket of fruit.
“Baldy is simply mad about Edith Towne. He hasn’t been able to talk of anything else. Of course, he’ll have to get over it but he isn’t looking ahead.”
“Why should he get over it?”
Her chin went up. “He’s a clerk in the departments, and she a—plutocrat——”
“Perhaps she won’t look at it like that.”
“Oh, but she has men at her feet. And Baldy’s a boy. Evans, if I had lovely dresses ’n’ everything, I’d have men at my feet.”
“Why should you want them at your feet?”