The Gay Cockade by Temple Bailey
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done. But I'll miss your darling old heads bending over the other
desks." "You couldn't work, Jimmie," Elise reminded him, "with other people in the room." "Perhaps not. Did I tell you old dears that I am going to write a play?" That was, it seems, what Elise had had in mind for him from the beginning--a great play! "She wouldn't even, have a honeymoon"--Jimmie's arm was around her; "she brought me here, and got this room ready the first thing." "Well, he mustn't be wasting time," said Elise, "must he? Jimmie's rather wonderful, isn't he?" They seemed a pair of babies as they stood there together. Elise had on a childish one-piece pink frock, with sleeves above the elbow, and an organdie sash. Yet, intuitively, the truth came to me--she was ages older than Jimmie in spite of her twenty years to his twenty-four. Here was no Juliet, flaming to the moon--no mistress whose steed would gallop by wind-swept roads to midnight trysts. Here was, rather, the cool blood that had sacrificed a honeymoon--_and, oh, to honeymoon with Jimmie Harding_!--for the sake of an ambitious future. She was telling us about it "We can always have a honeymoon, Jimmie and I. Some day, when he is famous, we'll have it. But now we must not." "I picked out the place"--Jimmie was eager--"a dip in the hills, and big |
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