"Dan admitted he was surprised that my
plans worked so easily. Before that he had been my escort on every
occasion, and the town accepted it blandly. Now I had a regular series
of attendants, and Dan was relegated to a few spare moments under the
lilacs now and then. He couldn't see how I got hold of the fellows.
He said they were perfect miffs to be nosed around like that. Why
didn't they show some manhood? Boneless, brainless jelly fishes,
jumping head first because a little snip of a girl said jump.
"The third day I called him on the phone.
"'Dan, come over quick. I have the loveliest thing to show you.'
"He did not wait for a hat. He dashed out and over the hedge, and I
had the door open for him.
"'Oh, look,' I gurgled. I am not a very good gurgler, but sometimes
you just have to do it.
"Dan looked. 'Nothing but silverware, is it?'
"I was hurt. 'Nothing but silverware? Why, it is my silverware, for
my own little house. It cost a terribly, criminally lot, but I
couldn't resist it. I really feel much more settled since I bought it.
There is something very final about silverware. See these pretty
doilies I am making. Aunt Grace is crocheting a bedspread for me, too.
Those are guest towels,--they were given to me.
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