"Take off your
hat, chicken. I'll go beg a hunk of ice from my dear friend
Peter, and make some lemonade as is lemonade; or claret punch, if
you aren't a blue ribboner, or white-ribboner, or some other kind
of a good-ribboner." Miss Georgie hated herself for sliding into
sheer flippancy, but she preferred that extreme to the other, and
she could not hold her ground just then at the "happy medium."
Evadna, however, seemed to disapprove of the flippancy. She did
not take off her hat, and she stated evenly that she must go, and
that she really did not care for lemonade, or claret punch,
either.
"What, in Heaven's name, DO you care for--besides yourself?"
flared Miss Georgie, quite humanly exasperated. "There,
chicken--the heat always turns me snappy," she repented
instantly. "Please pinch me." She held out a beautiful,
tapering forearm, and smiled.
"I'm the snappy one," said Evadna, but she did not smile as she
began drawing on her gauntlets slowly and deliberately.
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