"
"I'm afraid I help you get rid of it, too. I heard Nina warning the
children to let you alone occasionally--and I suppose she meant that for
me, too. But I only take your mornings, don't I? Nina is unreasonable; I
never bother you in the afternoons or evenings; do you know I have not
dined at home for nearly a month--except when we've asked people?"
"Are you having a good time?" he asked condescendingly, but without
intention.
"Heavenly. How can you ask that?--with every day filled and a chance to
decline something every day. If you'd only go to one--just one of the
dances and teas and dinners, you'd be able to see for yourself what a
good time I am having. . . . I don't know why I should be so
delightfully lucky, but everybody asks me to dance, and every man I meet
is particularly nice, and nobody has been very horrid to me; perhaps
because I like everybody--"
She rode on beside him; they were walking their horses now; and as her
silken-coated mount paced forward through the sunshine she sat at ease,
straight as a slender Amazon in her habit, ruddy hair glistening at the
nape of her neck, the scarlet of her lips always a vivid contrast to
that wonderful unblemished skin of snow.
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