Romeo somewhat ostentatiously left their card upon the mantel, so placed
that all who came near might read in fashionable script: "The Crosby
Twins." Having made this concession to the conventionalities, he lapsed
at once into an agreeable informality that amused the Colonel very much.
Soon the Colonel was describing some of the great battles in which he
had taken part, and Romeo listened with an eager interest which was all
the more flattering because it was so evidently sincere. In the library,
meanwhile, Allison was renewing his old acquaintance with Juliet.
"You used to be a perfect little devil," he smiled.
"I am yet," Juliet admitted, with a frank laugh. "At least people say
so. Romie and I aren't popular with our neighbours."
"That doesn't speak well for the neighbours. Were they never young
themselves?"
"I don't believe so. I've thought, sometimes, that lots of people were
born grown-up."
"They say abroad, that there are no children in America--that they are
merely little people treated like grown-ups."
"The modern American child is a horror," said Juliet, unconsciously
quoting from an article in a recent magazine.
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