"What is there to blush about?
Of course Phil and I were not low enough to read it, but I'll bet it was about somebody we all know! Do you want to bet--Garry ?" "Cecile!" said her mother mildly.
"Yes, mother--I forgot that I'm not allowed to bet, but if I was--" Shiela, exasperated, looked at her mother, who shook her head and rose from the table, taking Hamil's arm.
"You little imp!" breathed Shiela fiercely to Cecile, "if you plague me again I'll inform Mr.Hamil of what happened to you this morning." "I don't care; Garry is part of the family," retorted Cecile, flushed but defiant and not exactly daring to add: "or will be soon." Then she put both arms around Shiela, and holding her imprisoned: "_Are_ you in love ?--you darling!" she whispered persuasively.

"Oh, don't commit yourself if you feel _that_ way!...

And, O Shiela, you should have seen Phil Gatewood following me in love-smitten hops when I wouldn't listen! My dear, the creature managed to plant both feet on my gown as I fled, and the parquet is _so_ slippery and the gown so flimsy and, oh, there was a dreadful ripping sound and we both went down--" Shiela was laughing now, holding her sister's gesticulating hands, as she rattled on excitedly: "I got to my feet in a blaze of fury, holding my gown on with both hands--" "Cissy!" "And he gave one horror-stricken look and ran--" Swaying there together in the deserted dining-room, they gave way to uncontrolled laughter.

Laughter rang out from the living-room, too, where Gray was informing Mrs.Cardross and Hamil of the untoward climax to a spring-time wooing; and when Shiela and Cecile came in the latter looked suspiciously at Hamil, requesting to know the reason of his mirth.
"Somebody will have to whisper it to you in rhyme," said Hamil; "it's not fit for prose, Cissy." Mrs.Cardross retired early.

Gray went for a spin in his motor.