"
"And some people, like--well, like my grandmother, for instance, just
get in the habit of bad luck," Julia said, with a sigh. "And some, like
myself," she added, brightening, "are born in the bad belt, and push
into the good! And we're the really lucky ones! I shall never put on a
fresh frock, or go downtown with you to the theatre, without a special
separate joy!"
Jim said, "You angel!" and as she jumped up--they had been sitting side
by side in the hall at The Alexander--he caught her around the waist,
and Julia set a little kiss on the top of his hair.
"But you do love me, Ju?" Jim asked.
"But I do indeed!" she answered. "Why do you always ask me in that
argumentative sort of way? But me no buts!"
"Ah, well, it's because I'm always afraid you'll stop!" Jim pleaded.
"And I do so want you to begin to love me as much as I do you!"
"You must have had thousands of girls!" Julia remarked, idly rumpling
his hair.
"I never was engaged before!" he assured her promptly. "Except to that
Delaware girl, as I told you, and after five years she threw me over for
a boy named Gregory Biddle, with several millions, but no chin, Julia,
and had the gall to ask me to the wedding!"
"Jim, and you went?"
"Sure I went!" Jim declared.
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