A. B. C.—such fun! Only—I do want some one to Play With!"
That would tell them she was still their Christabel, simple and unspoiled. And really, she could hardly wait to do those things.
Curtis had left a note saying he would be back at twelve, and it was quarter to. She finished her letter, got up, and drew the curtains close together. She was lying in the dark when he opened the door cautiously; and lifted a drooping hand to greet him.
"How are you, darling?"
"I'm all right, dearest. Kiss me."
"You're not all right, or you wouldn't have the room dark. Couldn't you eat something if I ordered it? A little soup? Some grapes?"
She shook her head.
"I'm going to get a doctor."
"Curtis, my darling, I'm all right! Just—lazy."
"You're a little liar, that's what you are. You sound as weak as a drowned kitten."
She powdered her nose and put on her pearls
