"Dreams of Grecian perfection," explained Boots. And, lowering his
voice, "You ought not to eat _everything_ they bring you; there'll be
doings to-morrow if you do. Eileen is shaking her head."
"I don't care; people don't die of overeating. And I'll take their nasty
old medicine--truly I will, Boots, if you'll come and give it to me."
The younger Craig maiden also appeared to be bent upon self-destruction;
and Boots's eyes opened wider and wider in sheer amazement at the
capacity of woman in embryo for rations sufficient to maintain a small
garrison.
"There'll be a couple of reports," he said to himself with a shudder,
"like Selwyn's Chaosite. And then there'll be no more Drina and
Daisy--Hello!"--he broke off, astonished--"Well, upon my word of words!
Phil Selwyn!--or I'm a broker!"
"Phil!" exclaimed Nina.. "Oh, Austin!--and you never told us--"
Austin, ruddy and bland, came up to make his excuses; a little whirlwind
of excitement passed like a brisk breeze over the clustered tables as
Selwyn followed; and a dozen impulsive bare arms were outstretched to
greet him as he passed, returning the bright, eager salutations on every
hand.
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