e. But she never despaired again.
And the twins, after their own manner, calmly took to themselves full
credit for the career which they believed lay not far before her. They
even boasted of the way they had raised her and told fatuous and
exaggerated stories of their pride in her, and their gentle sisterly
solicitude for her from the time of her early babyhood. And Connie gave
assent to every word. In her heart she admitted that the twins'
discipline of her, though exceedingly drastic at times, had been
splendid literary experience.
CHAPTER XV
A MILLIONAIRE'S SON
"If Jim doesn't ask for a date for the concert next week, Lark, let's
snub him good."
"But we both have dates," protested Lark.
"What difference does that make? We mustn't let him get independent. He
always has asked one of us, and he needn't think we shall let him off
now."
"Oh, don't worry," interrupted Connie. "He always asks. You have that
same discussion every time there's anything going on. It's just a waste
of time."
Mr. Starr looked up from his mail. "Soup of boys, and salad of
boys,--they're beginning to pall on my palate."
"Very classy expression father," approved Carol. "Maybe you can work it
into a sermon."
"Complexion and boys with Carol, books and boys with Lark, Connie, if
you begin that nonsense you'll get spanked. One member of my family
shall rise above it if I have to do it with force."
Connie blushed.
The twins broke into open derision. "Connie! Oh, yes, Connie's above
that nonsense."
"Connie's the worst in the family, father, only she's one of these
reserved, supercilious souls who doesn't tell everything she knows."
"'Nonsense.' I wish father could have heard Lee Hanson last night. It
would have been a revelation to him. 'Aw, go on, Connie, give us a
kiss.'"
Connie caught her lips between her teeth. Her face was scarlet.
"Twins!"
"It's a fact, father. He kept us awake. 'Aw, go on, Connie, be good to a
fellow.'"
"That's what makes us so pale to-day,--he kept us awake hours!"
"Carol!"
"Well, quite a while anyhow."
"I--I--" began Connie defensively.
"Well, we know it. Don't interrupt when we're telling things. You always
spoil a good story by cutting in. 'Aw, go on, Connie, go on now!' And
Connie said--" The twins rocked off in a paroxysm of laughter, and
Connie flashed a murderous look at them.
"Prudence says listening is--"
"Sure she does, and she's right about it, too. But
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