Nevertheless, Weldon found it impossible to discover
her most distinctive point. Even while he sought it, he wondered to
himself whether this might not be another cousin of whom he had
never heard. The women doctors and nurses at home wore stout shoes
and had pockets let in at the seams of their frocks, useful,
doubtless, but with an unlovely tendency to yawn and show their
contents. This girl was a mere fluff of pale yellow organdie which
brought out the purplish lights in her ink-black hair.
"Did you have the heart to disturb her?" he asked, reverting to the
subject of Syb's nap.
"I was forced to. She was on all the cushions, and I needed one for
myself. She took it in good part, though. She told me she had been
disturbed, the night before, by the snoring of the parrot, two rooms
away. As a result, she left me feeling that the apology really ought
to come from me."
"Is that the way of the race?" Weldon queried, as he set down his
empty cup. "If so, you make me tremble."
"Why?"
"Because, without in the least intending it, I have accumulated a
boy."
She looked up suddenly.
"How do you mean?"
"I don't know how. It apparently did itself.
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