I do want her to have a good time to-night."
There could be no doubt that Evelyn was having a good time. Everything
pleased her, everybody interested her. It seemed to her that she had
never seen such charming young people before.
The little play made her laugh till she was as flushed and gay as a
child. Those with whom Evelyn showed herself so delighted became equally
delighted with her, and before the evening was over she was feeling that
she had always known these young friends, had forgotten that she had
ever been an invalid, and was indeed "sparkling," as Carolyn Houghton
had said, in a way that drew all eyes toward her in admiration.
Jeff, indeed, stared at her as if he had never seen her before.
"I'm sure this isn't hurting you a bit," he said in her ear, as the
evening slipped on. "You must be feeling pretty well, for I've never
seen you so jolly. I'm going to do the prescribing after this. I know
what's good for little girls."
"I believe you do," Evelyn answered. "No, I'm not a bit tired. Why, is
it almost eleven?"
"Yes, and time to go, if we live up to our promises.
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