And she cut into the pie and helped the
Colonel to a quadrant of it.
"That was a genuine hayseed faux-pas," announced the Colonel a few
moments later as Shirley was pouring coffee from a samovar-shaped
percolator in the library. "The idea of anybody who has enjoyed the
advantages that fellow has, sending a hot blackberry pie to a girl he
has just met!"
"Yes, the idea!" she echoed. "I find it rather charming."
"You mean amusing."
"I said 'charming.' Bryce Cardigan is a man with the heart and soul
of a boy, and I think it was mighty sweet of him to share his pie
with me. If he had sent roses, I should have suspected him of trying
to 'rush' me, but the fact that he sent a blackberry pie proves that
he's just a natural, simple, sane, original citizen--just the kind of
person a girl can have for a dear friend without incurring the risk
of having to marry him."
"I repeat that this is most extraordinary."
"Only because it is an unusual thing for a young man to do, although,
after all, why shouldn't he send me a blackberry pie if he thought a
blackberry pie would please me more than an armful of roses? Besides,
he may send the roses to-morrow."
"Most extraordinary!" the Colonel reiterated.
"What should one expect from such an extraordinary creature? He's an
extraordinary fine-looking young man, with an extraordinary scowl and
an extraordinary crinkly smile that is friendly and generous and free
from masculine guile.
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