What do you suppose that man
thought of you?"
"Oh, perhaps he saw my gloves and took me for a lady," I pleaded.
Ted grinned and assisted me to mount.
When I successfully turned the corner by making Ted fall back out of
sight, we rode away along the boulevard in silence for a while, for my
conversation when I am on a wheel is generally limited to shrieks,
ejaculations, and snatches of prayer. I never talk to be amusing.
"I say," said my brother, hesitatingly, "I wear a No. 8 glove and a
No. 10 stocking."
"I've always thought you had large hands and feet," I said, ignoring
the hint.
He giggled.
"No, now, really. I wish you'd write that down somewhere. You can get
those things so cheap in Paris."
"You are supposing the case of my return, or of Christmas intervening,
or--a present of some kind, I suppose."
"Well, no; not exactly. Although you know I am always broke--"
"Don't I, though?"
"And that I am still in debt--"
"Because papa insists upon your putting some money in the bank every
month--"
"Yes, and the result is that I never get my head above water.
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