I thought, perhaps, you'd rather...."
I whistled to Nobby, whose disregard of traffic was occasionally
conducive to heart failure. As he came cantering up--
"Adele isn't my property," I said.
"I know, but...."
"But what?"
"I've never seen Nobby look so clean," said Jill, with a daring
irrelevance that took my breath away.
"I observe," said I, "that you are growing up. Your adolescence is at
hand. You are fast emerging from the chrysalis of girlish innocence,
eager to show yourself a pert and scheming butterfly." My cousin
regarded me with feigned bewilderment. "Yes, you've got the baby stare
all right, but you must learn to control that little red mouth. Watch
Daphne."
Jill made no further endeavour to restrain the guilty laughter which was
trembling upon her lips.
"I b-believe you just love her," she bubbled.
I thought very rapidly. Then--
"I think we all do," said I. "She's very attractive."
"I mean it," said Jill.
"So do I. Look at her ears. Oh, I forgot. Hides them under her hair,
doesn't she? Her eyes, then."
"I observe," said Jill pompously, "that you are sitting up and taking
notice. Your adol--adol--er--what you said, is at hand. You are emerging
from the chrysalis of ignorance----"
"This is blasphemy.
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