"Georgie"
I was not there apparently.
Georgie stood hesitating, flushing, and—could it be?—annoyed.
"Oh, is it all true?" asked the Goddess Girl delightfully. "Do tell!"
"Is what true?" he asked sternly.
She came further into the room and laid her useless and expensive parasol on a chair.
"Say, Georgie," murmured she. "Have you really run away from the little Leigh girl?"
"I'm afraid I don't quite understand you." The blood mounted quickly to his forehead.
"Why, I heard there was a little rift in the psalm-singing lute," said she. "Is that true, Georgie? Are you free?"
"My engagement to Miss Leigh is at an end," said Georgie impressively. "Though I fail to see—"
The eyes of the Goddess Girl lit up and she held out her pretty hand to him.
"My! Georgie!" she said. "I'm afraid you're a vurry disgraceful boy. I guess
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