"Georgie"
the perennial border caught her eye, perhaps. She stooped to smell it, and a clear, high, drawling voice carried well through the window and buffeted my sensitive ear.
" My!" said the Goddess Girl. "It's a real elegant rose!Come out, Georgie, and pick it for me."
I glanced in dismay at Georgie, who was for the moment crimson with conflicting emotions. "Colonial?" I murmured.
"Yes—no—Virginian. It's the most ripping little accent in the world." He rose quickly and went over to the window, already half open.
"Wait," I whispered imperatively. "Is this—Georgie, do you mean to tell me that this is the disgraceful meaning of your gloom?"
"I'm going out," said Georgie hastily.
"Georgie—for Heaven's sake, be careful.—Man, don't lose your head.—Remember Anne.—You—"
"Oh, chuck it!" Georgie cried ungratefully, and before I could speak again he
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