"
"I'd like a picture of you with the badge and uniform, Wick," said Edith
with good-natured banter.
Just before the two ladies left for Boggs City that evening Bonner
managed to say something to Edith.
"Say, Ede, I think it would be uncommonly decent of you to ask Miss Gray
down to Boston this spring. You'll like her."
"Wicker, if it were not so awfully common, I'd laugh in my sleeve," said
she, surveying him with a calm scrutiny that disconcerted. "I wasn't
born yesterday, you know. Mother was, perhaps, but not your dear little
sister. Cheer up, brother. You'll get over it, just like all the rest.
I'll ask her to come, but--Please don't frown like that. I'll suspect
something."
During the many little automobile excursions that the two girls enjoyed
during those few days in Tinkletown, Miss Bonner found much to love in
Rosalie, much to esteem and a great deal to anticipate. Purposely, she
set about to learn by "deduction" just what Rosalie's feelings were for
the big brother. She would not have been surprised to discover the
telltale signs of a real but secret affection on Rosalie's part, but she
was, on the contrary, amazed and not a little chagrined to have the
young girl meet every advance with a joyous candour, that definitely set
aside any possibility of love for the supposedly irresistible brother.
Miss Edith's mind was quite at rest, but with the arrogant pride of a
sister, she resented the fact that any one could know this cherished
brother and not fall a victim.
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