putting his hand affectionately on Wink"s shoulder. "He is thinking of settling in the country after he gets his M.D., and has some hospital practice, and I am looking out for some one to throw my mantle on, as it were."
"Oh--ye--that would be fine," I stammered, and I hate myself yet for blushing like a fool rose. Zebedee saw it and he looked so sad, just exactly as he had the winter before when Mr. Reginald Kent asked Dum for a lock of her hair. I did wish I could make him understand that it made not a whip st.i.tch of difference to me where Wink White settled. That I was nothing but a little girl and did not care a bit for beaux, except, of course, for dancing partners, and maybe a candy beau or two. Every girl wants that kind. But as for serious, young, would-be doctors growing moustaches and coming to settle in our end of the county--it made me tired. I did not know how to let my kind friend know it did, though, and as just then the chrysanthemum-headed giant from Carolina, the one I had seen weeping on the field after the game, came up to claim a dance, I had to leave. A moment afterwards I had the doubtful pleasure of seeing Zebedee engaged in the gyrations of some new fangled dance with the beaming Mabel Binks in his arms.
Mabel was certainly looking handsome. "I"ll give it to her," as Mammy Susan says when she admits something pleasant about any one for whom she has no regard. She was dressed in a flame-coloured chiffon that set off her fiery beauty which was accentuated by the many diamonds, rather too many for a young girl, but I think it is usually the tendency of those who have no diamonds to wear to think that the ones who do have them wear too many. Needless to say that I have no diamonds to wear.
"Isn"t she the limit?" hissed Dum, as we stopped dancing near each other and Zebedee and his partner kept on for a moment after the music had stopped. "I call it lollapalussy to dance after the band quits."
"She is looking mighty handsome, don"t you think?"
"Handsome! She looks oochy koochy to me! Too like the Midway to suit my taste."
Well, we had certainly had a wonderful time and I was not going to let anything ruin it for me. Stephen White could grow a moustache as big as a hedge and come and settle all over the county if he wanted to, and Mr.
Jeffry Tucker could dance with a loud-mouthed girl in flame-coloured chiffon until he scorched himself if he wanted to. I had been to a ball and been something of a belle and now I was tired and sleepy and wanted to get to bed and talk over things with the girls,--I did wish though that I had not blushed like a fool rose just at the wrong time and that Zebedee had not seen me.
CHAPTER XIII.
NODS AND BECKS.
""Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods and Becks, and Wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe"s cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek.""
quoted Mary Flannagan. "There is a name for our magazine, right there in sober-sided old Milton."
"Why, that"s as hackneyed as can be," objected Dum. "It seems to me that every school magazine I ever read was called "Quips and Cranks." Let"s get something real original and different and try to make the mag the same way."
"Of course I didn"t mean "Quips and Cranks." I mean "Nods and Becks." I think that would be a bully name."
And so did all of us, and "Nods and Becks" was unanimously elected as the name for the school paper that we were striving to get out before Christmas.
I was chosen editor-in-chief, much to my astonishment. It seemed to me that one of the Tuckers should have had that job, with their father a real live editor. They must have inherited some of his ability; but the Lit. Society would have me and I had to turn in and do the best I could.
I didn"t mind the writing end of it so much as the part I had in turning down some of the effusions that were handed in by members of the society. Our object in the publishing of this magazine was to make it as light and gay as possible.
We had chosen Christmas as our season for publication and that meant getting very busy after our Thanksgiving jaunt. We really had intended to use the little holiday we were to have at that time to get our magazine in shape. We called it a magazine for dignity, but it was really more of a newspaper.
I am going to publish the whole thing just to show what girls can do at school. Every one thought it was very creditable. We had lots of ads from the tradespeople at Gresham and a few from Richmond firms, enough to pay for the printing.
CHRISTMAS NUMBER OF
_NODS AND BECKS_.
GRESHAM, VA.
SONNET TO SANTA CLAUS.
BY PAGE ALLISON.
Pan may be dead, but Santa Claus remains, And once a year he riseth in his might.
Oft have I heard, in silences of night, Tinkling of bells and clink of reindeer chains As o"er the roof he sped through his domains, When youthful eyes had given up the fight To glimpse for once the rotund, jolly wight, Who in a trusting world unchallenged reigns.
Last and the greatest of all G.o.ds is he, Who suffereth little children and is kind; And when I"ve rounded out my earthly span And face at last the Ancient Mystery, I hope somewhere in Heaven I shall find Rest on the bosom of that good old man.
BEAUTY HINTS AND ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS.
BY MARY FLANNAGAN.
Dear Editor:
I have cut two sleeves for the wrong arm in trying to make my new velour coat out of half a yard less goods than the pattern called for. I can"t match the goods now. What must I do?
(signed) AGITATED KATE.
Dear Kate:
Put one sleeve in hind part before and then get a Teddy Bear or a plush monkey matching your coat as near as possible or in pleasing contrast to it if you can"t get it to match, and tack it under your arm. It will hide the discrepancy and at the same time give a chic, stylish punch to your costume.
It would be better to sew it as you would find it something of a strain on bargain days to have to hold it and you might forget.
(signed) EDITOR OF BEAUTY HINTS.
Dear Editor:
I am losing my good figure. What can I do to keep it?
(signed) SYLVIA.
Dear Sylvia:
Pin it on tighter. Try black safety pins, they seem to be stronger than white.
(signed) EDITOR OF BEAUTY HINTS.
FACTS ABOUT FATIMA.
It is the style to be tall and slender. a.s.sume a virtue if you have it not and you who are short and fat, don"t grow any shorter and fatter.
The following obesity rules will prove very helpful to my correspondent who signs herself, Miss Rosy Round:
Stand up for twenty minutes after meals (if you must have meals).
Eat no potatoes.