"You look awfully pretty, honey," she said then, for Grace was always
generous with praise where her friends were concerned. "I would give
the world to have a color like yours."
"Goodness," remarked Betty, turning to look at her chum, her face a
little brighter pink because of the honest compliment, "you have a
lovely color-- as you very well know. Mine is too red sometimes."
"Nobody thinks that but you," said Grace, squeezing Betty's hand
affectionately while she dived down in her pocket for some candy. "The
only time I have noticed you get very red," she added, "is when some
one happens to mention a certain young gentleman by the name of
Lieutenant Allen Washburn."
Betty could feel that her face was burning, but she did not care. She
was awfully proud of Allen and desperately fond of him and for the
moment she did not care if the whole world knew about it.
"Isn't it wonderful, Gracie?" she cried, her heart pounding joyously.
"About Allen being an officer, I mean. I have to pinch myself several
times a minute to make myself realize that it is really true.
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