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fited admirer, therefore, but to take charge of
me, which he does at once, I must say, with
a very good grace.

“Fairly warm, Miss Madge,” he says as I
take his offered arm (I am taller than Tiny,
and can do so with less difficulty), “we shall
all be glad to get out of these stifling gardens,
I think.”

“Yes,” I answer with my usual brusque-
ness, “it’s simply scorching here; I can’t
imagine how Tiny can manage to look so
and I give

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cool; it’s very provoking of her
a great sigh, which appears to amuse my
companion much, for he laughs and says:
“Yes, your sister does look charming, and
even cool; she is about the only person who
does, though,” he adds, looking round con-
temptuously on the heated crowd of faces.
“JT didn’t say anything about her looking
charming,” I answer rather crossly, for I feel
that Mr. Greenway should not be encouraged,
and moreover I am angry at his last sweep-
ing assertion; “and as for her being the only
person who looks cool, you're wrong there,”