FROM THE LIFE
Wat began to fortify himself with food for the announcement which he had to make. He ate nervously—determinedly—even, at last, doggedly. His mother retired into silence. His sisters continued to read.
When they got to discussing some of the society news he saw an opportunity of leading up to his subject; and when they were talking of a girl whom they had met during the summer, at the lake shore, he put in, "Did you ever meet Miss Janes there?"
They turned their heads without moving their shoulders. "Lizzie Janes?"
The tone was not enthusiastic. He cleared his throat before he answered, "Yes."
Millie said, superbly casual: "Uh-huh. Isn't she a freak!"
His face showed the effort he made to get that remark down, though he swallowed it in silence. His mother came to his rescue. "Who is she, Wat?"
"A girl I met this summer. I went over there with Jack Webb."
His sisters found his manner strained. They eyed him with suspicion. His mother asked, "What is she like?"
"Well," Millie put in, "she has about as much style—!"
Wat reddened. "She hasn't your style, anyway. She doesn't look as if her clothes—"
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