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Tarkington, Booth, 1869-1946

"Ramsey Milholland"

She asked me wouldn't I be one of
the ones to help her."
He paused, and after a moment Fred asked, "Well? What did you say to
that?"
"Nothin'. I started to, but--"
Again Fred thought it tactful to turn and look out the window, while the
agitation of his shoulders betrayed him.
"Go on and laugh! Well, so we stayed there quite a while, but before we
left she got kind of more like everyday, you know, the way people do. It
was half-past nine when we walked back in town, and I was commencin'
to feel kind of hungry, so I asked her if she wasn't, and she sort of
laughed and seemed to be ashamed of it, as if it were a disgrace or
something, but she said she guessed she was; so I left her by that hedge
of lilacs near the observatory and went on over to the 'Teria and the
fruit store, and got some stuffed eggs and olives and half-a-dozen
peanut butter sandwiches and a box o' strawberries--kind of girl-food,
you know--and went on back there, and we ate the stuff up. So then she
said she was afraid she'd taken me away from my dinner and made me a lot
of trouble, and so on, and she was sorry, and she told me good-night--"
"What did you say then?"
"Noth-- Oh, shut up! So then she skipped out to her Dorm, and I came on
home.


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