She too was hungry. Food had never tasted so good to her. From time to
time her soft, smiling eyes sought Barnes with a look of mingled
wonder and confusion. She always laughed when she caught the
expression of concern in his eyes, and once she slyly winked at him.
He was entranced.
He crossed over and sat beside her. "They are a perfectly
irresponsible lot," he said in a low voice. "I hope you don't mind
their--er--levity."
"I love it," she whispered. "They are an inspiration. One would think
that they had never known such a thing as trouble. I am taking
lessons, Mr. Barnes."
She was still warmly conscious of the thrill that had come into her
blood when he carried her up the stairs in his powerful arms,
disdaining the offer of assistance from the suddenly infatuated Tommy
Gray.
"Rehearsal at eleven sharp," announced Mr. Rushcroft, arising from the
window-sill on which he was seated. "Letter perfect, every one of you.
No guessing. By the way, Miss--er--'pon my soul, I don't believe I got
your name?"
"Jones," said the new member, shamelessly.
"Ah," said he, smiling broadly, "a word oft spoken in jest--ahem!--how
does it go? No matter. You know what I mean.
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