LITTLE EVE EDGARTON

BY

ELEANOR HALLOWELL ABBOTT

Author of "Molly Make Believe," "The White Linen Nurse," etc.

With Illustrations by
R.M. CROSBY


NEW YORK
THE CENTURY CO.
1914



Published, September, 1914

"Music! Flowers! Palms! Catering! Everything!"
"Music! Flowers! Palms! Catering! Everything!"

CONTENTS

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV


LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

"Music! Flowers! Palms! Catering! Everything!"

"I am riding," she murmured almost inaudibly

"I would therefore respectfully suggest as a special topic ofconversation the consummate cheek of—yours truly, Paul ReymouthEdgarton!"

"Your paper-doll book?" stammered Barton

"Don't delay me!" she said, "I've got to make four hundred muffins!"

Suddenly full comprehension broke upon him and he fairly blurted outhis astonishing information

"You're nice," he said. "I like you!"

"Any time that you people want me," suggested Edgarton's icy voice, "Iam standing here—in about the middle of the floor!"


LITTLE EVE EDGARTON


CHAPTER I

"But you live like such a fool—of course you're bored!" drawled theOlder Man, rummaging listlessly through his pockets for theever-elusive match.

"Well, I like your nerve!" protested the Younger Man with unmistakableasperity.

"Do you—really?" mocked the Older Man, still smiling very faintly.

For a few minutes then both men resumed their cigars, staringblinkishly out all the while from their dark green piazza corner intothe dazzling white tennis courts that gleamed like so many slipperypine planks in the afternoon glare and heat. The month was August, theday typically handsome, typically vivid, typically caloric.

It was the Younger Man who recovered his conversational interestfirst. "So you think I'm a fool?" he resumed at last quite abruptly.

"Oh, no—no! Not for a minute!" denied the Older Man. "Why, my dearsir, I never even implied that you were a fool! All I said was thatyou—lived like a fool!"

Starting to be angry, the Younger Man laughed instead. "You'recertainly rather an amusing sort of chap," he acknowledgedreluctantly.

A gleam of real pride quickened most ingenuously in the Older Man'spale blue eyes. "Why, that's just the whole point of my argument," hebeamed. "Now—you look interesting. But you aren't! And I—don't lookinteresting. But it seems that I am!"

"You—you've got a nerve!" reverted the Younger Man.

Altogether serenely the Older Man began to rummage again through allhis pockets. "Thank you for your continuous compliments," he mused."Thank you, I

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