Tish, The Chronicle of Her Escapades and Excursions

as dinner was announced, and said he had seen a chocolate cake cooling on the kitchen porch and that it was a s

he meal was quite cheerful, although Jasper ate the way some people play the piano, by touch, with his eyes on Betti

of showing me a sunset Jasper took me round the corner

e, "what have I done to you to

asked,

d-did Bettina's mothe

has to be

ed! Do you know that I haven't had a w

ant to say anythi

I've reached the point where if I don't propose to Bettina soon, I'll-I'll pro

uld care enough about to marry, or one who cared enough about me

want me to

get tired, I don't care which. Tell us to go on and come back f

ly. "If I really get tired

see it's like this, Miss Lizzie. Bettina was all for me,

your differences,"

rl in the town lashed to the mast. He's a novelty and I'm not. So far I have kept him a

alk with Bettina and Jasper shortly after my talk with Jasper, leaving Tish with the evening paper and Aggie inhaling a cubeb cigarette, her

I saw of them Jasper had drawn Bettina's arm through his and was walking beside her with his head bent, talking. I sat for perhaps fifteen minutes and was growin

zie. That boy asked me and I refused. I dare say he asked Tis

y ankle," she observed sarcastically. "I

e's T

out for a ride," said Aggie. "He couldn't

wilight. "You come straight home with

out Bettina

h. What we need to keep an eye on is Letitia

ff her veil and said something about Mr. Ellis's having heard a grinding in the differential of her car that afternoon and that he suspected a ch

hings had gone badly for him. He sat on the steps, looking out across th

e her Presbyterianism into the Episcopal fold. And

m that moment there was no question in my mind as to how affairs were going, or in Jasper's eithe

od talker, especia

e got this race matter fixed up finally. In two we

d Tish, but sh

" said Mr. Ellis. "If I don'

ement, we'll have to find you

manage, try it. Every man who drives a racing-car has a coloratura soprano beaten to death for temperament. Then every racing-car has quirky spells; there's the

take a mile or so of dirt track and turn it into a sort

her stunned by both his personality and his alertness. "Everything's grist that comes to my mill. I suppose you all remember when I completed the speedway a

d, all ears and thrills. "

now. Cost eight or nine dollars, all told, and brought a million dollars in advertising. But the papers were sore abo

er chin in her palms, listening to Mr. Ellis tell about a driver in a motor race breaking his wrist cranking a car, and how he-Ellis-had jumped into the car and driven it

to bed, why shouldn't Mr. Ellis b