"I did not," she replied, "but I think it suits her exactly. And
Walter is all of a shade."
"Oh, Belle. I am going to tell him? Wallie shady!"
"You know perfectly well, Jack Kimball, I said shade--in color."
"Oh, yes. Color blind. Poor, afflicted Wallie. I have often
wondered about his neckties. But doesn't Laurel take to him? And
isn't she a beaut in that bag?"
"Bag! My best kimono! Look what teeth she has when she laughs."
"And you not jealous? Belle I think, after all, I shall have to
return to my first love," and he slipped his arm all the way back of
her steamer chair, for Jack dearly loved to tease either Bess or
Belle, declaring what happened to one twin would react on the other.
"Hazel cannot take her eyes off of Cora. I might be jealous there,"
reported the blonde twin.
"You may 'jell' all you like on that score," Jack consented. "But
hello! Here's Paul!"
The tall, dark boy, Paul Hastings, Hazel's brother, had just entered
the door. Instantly he was overcome with the welcome, for while the
boys fell to kissing him and smoothing his hair in the most approved
lover-like way, the girls crowded around and offered him empty
plates and glasses of flowers, to say nothing of Bess, with the
Japanese parasol, who stood over his chair while Cora fanned him.
Laurel looked on like one who enjoys a play. There seemed in her
eyes something to indicate that such a scene was not entirely new to
her, but was for some time forgotten.
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