Beth De Graf was a rarely beautiful girl and quite outshone her cousins in this respect.
Louise might be attractive and Patsy fascinating; but Beth was the real beauty of the trio, and the most charming trait in her character was her unconsciousness that she excelled in good looks.
So Skim stared hard at Beth, and answered the preliminary remarks addressed to him by Patsy and Louise in a perfunctory manner.
"Won't you take off your gloves ?" asked Louise, soberly.

"It's so warm this evening, you know." The boy looked at his hands.
"It's sech a tarnal job to git 'em on agin," he replied.
"Don't put them on, then," advised Patsy.

"Here in the country we are allowed to dispense with much unnecessary social etiquette." "Air ye?
Then off they come.

I ain't much stuck on gloves, myself; but ma she 'lowed that a feller goin' courtin' orter look like a sport." A chorus of wild laughter, which greeted this speech, had the effect of making Skim stare at the girls indignantly.

He couldn't find anything funny in his remark; but there they sat facing him and uttering hysterical peals of merriment, until the tears ran down their cheeks.
Silently and with caution he removed the yellow gloves from his hands, and so gave the foolish creatures a chance "to laugh out their blamed giggle." But they were watching him, and saw that he was disconcerted.