Ivy, and she remembered now how
Connie had taken possession of him on both occasions. But even if
Connie's transitory affections were temporarily engaged, surely Donald
was not encouraging her!
A low whistle from the path below made her look down. It was Connie
and she was stepping very cautiously as if trying to elude somebody.
"Miss Lady!" she called softly. "Aren't you coming down again?"
"No, I'm going to bed."
"Don't go yet. I'm coming up. I want to tell you something."
A moment later Connie opened the door, and closed it carefully behind
her.
"Is Bertie asleep?"
"Yes."
"It's all over!" she announced tragically. "Gerald and I have had an
awful quarrel, and he swears he'll never live to see another dawn."
"Of course he won't, I doubt if he has ever seen one. What's his
trouble?"
"Everything! He wants me to sit at his feet every hour in the day and
adore him, and how can I adore a man who is afraid of a bumblebee, and
can't drive, and sleeps with an umbrella over his head to shut out the
light? I just simply can't stand him another minute!"
"But, Connie, you were so crazy about him, you wouldn't listen to a
word against him.
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