And you should see her drying her hair and helping Plunket to roll the tennis-courts--that hair of hers blowing like gold flames, and her sleeves rolled to her arm-pits!--and you should see her down in the dirt playing marbles with Billy and Drina--shooting away excitedly and exclaiming 'fen-dubs!' and 'knuckle-down, Billy!'-- like any gamin you ever heard of.

Totally unspoiled, Phil!--in spite of all the success of her first winter!--and do you know that she had no end of men seriously entangled?
I don't mind your knowing--but Sudbury Gray came to me, and I told him he'd better wait, but in he blundered and--he's done for, now; and so are my plans.
He's an imbecile! And then, who on earth do you think came waddling into the arena?
Percy Draymore! Phil, it was an anxious problem for me--and although I didn't really want Eileen to marry into that set--still--with the Draymores' position and tremendous influence--But she merely stared at him in cold astonishment.

And there were others, too, callow for the most part.

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