THE HIGHER PRAGMATISM
I looked around foolishly for a door or a window by which I might escape. If it had been any other girl approaching, I mightn’t have—
But just then the door opened, and Bess, Mildred’s younger sister, came in. I’d never seen her look so much like a glorified angel. She walked straight up to me, and—and—I’d never noticed before what perfectly wonderful eyes and hair Elizabeth Telfair had.
“Phil,” she said, in the Telfair, sweet, thrilling tones, “why didn’t you tell me about it before? I thought it was sister you wanted all the time, until you telephoned to me a few minutes ago!”
I suppose Mack and I always will be hopeless amateurs. But, as the thing has turned out in my case, I’m mighty glad of it.
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