"Her father is the
State chairman--the man you saw at 'The Barracks.' I was at their house
a few times. Her mother--"
"But about her! You are skipping again, Big Boy."
"There is not much about her," he said, stammering a bit. "I saw her
here and there, and talked with her, that's all."
"But I'm seeing with your eyes and hearing with your ears as I go along
with you," she insisted. "I want to know how other girls are in the
world outside. I have been waiting to have some one tell me. You saw
her, you heard her. Begin, Harlan: her looks, her clothes, her manners,
what she said, what she talks about. I have only you to ask."
His self-consciousness left him after he began. He drew his word-picture
as best he could.
"That makes her beautiful," she said, when he paused, searching his mind
for some word of description. "I think I can see her with your eyes, Big
Boy. Tell me what she knows; and how does she talk?"
In the dusk he could not see the expression on her face. He knew that
she listened intently, leaning above him.
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