"Am I going to get them?" he persisted.
She laughed the light little laugh of the triumphant woman.
"My dear Bob," she said, "anybody who can buy all the cake he wants
can usually get the--other things!"
His face clouded slightly.
"I hate to hear you talk like that, Christine," he began, "it's not
fair to yourself--"
"How'd you know I was Puck?" Brother inquired genially. He made no
pretense of including the lady in the conversation; for him she was
simply not there.
"Oh, I'm not so ignorant as I look," the young man replied. "I don't
believe you could stump me on anything you'd be likely to be--I've
probably been 'em all myself. We were always rigging up at home.
Didn't you use to do that, Tina?"
The lady shook her head decidedly.
"If I'd ever got hold of a--well, if I'd had a chance of things as
nice as that biggest one's dragging through the dirt there, I'd have
been doing something very different with it, I can assure you, Mr.
Armstrong! I'd have been saving it."
"But at that age--" he protested.
"Oh, I knew real lace from imitation at that age, all right," she
insisted.
"But you don't think of those things--you go in for the fun," he
urged.
"It wasn't exactly my idea of fun."
"No?" he queried, "why, I thought all children did this sort of
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