As for Gladys, it was difficult to think of her as married; and to Boots
Drina whispered blissfully: "I look almost as old; I know I do. After
this I shall certainly make no end of a fuss if they don't let me dine
with them. Besides, you want me to, don't you, Boots?"
"Of course I do."
"And--am I quite as entertaining to you as older girls, Boots, dear?"
"Far more entertaining," said that young man promptly. "In fact, I've
about decided to cut out all the dinners where you're not invited. It's
only three more years, anyway, before you're asked about, and if I omit
three years of indigestible dinners I'll be in better shape to endure
the deluge after you appear and make your bow."
"When I make my bow," murmured the child; "oh, Boots, I am in such a
hurry to make it! It doesn't seem as if I _could_ wait three more long,
awful, disgusting years! . . . How does my hair look?"
"Adorable," he said, smiling across at Eileen, who had heard the
question.
"Do you think my arms are very thin? Do you?" insisted Drina.
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