"Lemme be!" howled the débutante. "He never looked at me!"
"Never took his eyes off'n you."
Which assertion was quite true, as, through a gap in the stockade Bob had watched, with fascinated eyes, the endeavors of the hope of the Blakely family to expectorate through the space between her front teeth.
"Let her alone, mother," said Edith impatiently, "haven't I told you he's in love with Nan."
Mrs. Blakely reached for her gum under the lamp shelf and chewed in an abandonment of despair.
"Is the whole worl' in love with that Nan?" she asked sarcastically. "I couldn't see nothin' to her myself."
Edith made no answer, and she demanded:
"Have you used that charm? Did you sprinkle him yet?"
"I've had no good chance."
"You'll get him." Hope never died in Mrs. Blakely's sanguine bosom, and she now shook a prophetic finger. "He'll be back here inside of two days when that charm gets workin'."
