and Mrs. Roderick Norton . . . and there are times when
I think we are!"
"You have a long time ahead of you yet, haven't you, Florence, before
you have to answer a question like that?" asked Virginia amusedly.
"Because I am so young?" cried Florrie. "Oh, I don't know; girls marry
young here. Now there is Tita . . . she is our cook's sister . . . she
has two babies already and she is only four months older than I am.
And . . . Look, Virgie; there is the most terrible creature in the
world. It is Kid Rickard; he killed the Las Palmas man, you know. I
am not going even to look at him; I hate him worse that Caleb
Patten . . . and that's like saying I hate strychnine worse than
arsenic, isn't it? But who in the name of all that is wonderful is the
man with him? Isn't he the handsome thing? I never saw him before.
He is from the outside, Virgie; you can tell by the fashionable cut of
his clothes and by the way he walks and . . . Isn't he distinguished!"
"It is Elmer!" exclaimed Virginia, staring at the two figures which
were slowly approaching from the southern end of the street. "When did
he get here? I didn't expect him. . . ."
Then she chose to forget all save the essential fact that her "baby
brother" was here and ran out to the sidewalk, calling to him.
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