fixed star of angry excitement blazing
in one sweet dark eye, they were the kind
of girls whose good graces a boy would be
the last to spurn, fair even for daughters
of Columbia who, democratic in beauty,
as in all else, never hatches out an ugly
duckling.

They gazed in stormy bewilderment now
after Jack at a Pinch walking off with his
party whom, indeed, he had herded away.

Andrew was looking gloweringly after
him, too.

"An' so he's the loon that sat in the
Chair first!" grumbled the still angry
chauffeur. "Aw weel--" the "dour" expression
upon the speaker's long upper
lip softening a little--"weel! he may be
ill-trickit, but he's a swanky lad, for a'
that. Aye, fegs! an' braw, too."

"Oh! he's 'swanky' enough--swaggering--but
I don't think he's 'braw',
handsome--not with that little stand in
his eye--just like Una's, only more so."
Pem added the last words under her breath.
[[91]]

p090 _ -chap- _ toc-1 _ p091w _ toc-2 _ +chap+ _ p092

v?