It was nothing about Uncle Amazon and the Shell Road
store; some other wind of mischance had ruffled her soul.
But the girl ignored Aunt Euphemia's signals for several minutes; until
she made herself, indeed, more familiar with the manner and personal
attributes of these new acquaintances. There was a Miss Perriton of
about her own age whom she liked at first sight. Two or three men of
the party were clean-cut and attractive fellows. Despite the fact that
their cottage had been so recently opened for the season, the Perritons
had already assembled a considerable house party.
"Louise, I wish to talk to you," at last said Mrs. Conroth grimly.
"True," sighed her niece. "And how extremely exact you always are in
your use of the language, auntie. You never wish to talk _with_ me.
_You_ will do all the talking as usual, I fear."
"You are inclined to be saucy," bruskly rejoined Aunt Euphemia. "As
your father is away I feel more deeply my responsibility in this
matter. You are a wayward girl--you always have been.
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