Capitolo 1
SMALL EVE EDGARTON
FROM
ELEANOR HALLOWELL ABBOTT
Author of "Molly Make, "You Lino's Bianca Nanny", etc.
With Illustrations from
R.M. CROSBY
YORK NUOVA
THE CENTURY CO.
1914
_Published, September, 1914_
[The illustration: her "Music! Flowers! Palms! Provisioning! Everything!"]
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
"Music! Flowers! Palms! Provisioning! Everything!"
"I am riding", she almost imperceptibly murmured
"I would suggest therefore respectfully as a special theme of
conversation the suits cheek of--yours Sincerely, Paul Reymouth
Edgarton!"
"Does Your Carpet-doll Book?" Stammered Barton
"Don't postpone me!" she said, "I have to make four hundred buns!"
Suddenly the full understanding broke on him and he it blabbed out fairly
his/her amazing information
"You are beautiful", he said. "I like you!"
"Some duration that You people want me", the frozen voice of suggested Edgarton, "me
is being standing here--in around the middle one of the floor!"
SMALL EVE EDGARTON
CHAPTER ME
"But You alive as such fool--you are clearly annoyed!" spoken to goslow mode the
Older Man, carelessly looking through through his/her pockets for the
never-elusive match.
"Like well me Your nerve!" protested the Youngest Man with clear
sourness.
"Does do her--really?" it mocked the Oldest Man, while still smiling very weakly.
For some minutes both the men took back then their cigars, while fixing
blinkishly out the whole time from their green and dark angle of plaza in
the white and dazzling tennis fields that have sparkled it likes so very slippery
aces of pine in the afternoon flash and they heat. The month was August the,
beautiful day typically, typically vivid, typically caloric.
It was the Youngest Man that recovered his/her conversational interest
before. "Do you think then that me a fool is?" he finally recapitulated rather suddenly.
"Oh, anybody--no! Not for one minute!" denied the Oldest Man. "Because, my darling
gentleman, I also implicated never that you are a fool! Everybody that I have said me was those
You--lived as a fool!"
Starting the Youngest Men to be angry they laughed instead. "You are