Johnnie found himself looking into a pair
of frank gray eyes, and felt his hand seized by a firm, almost
masculine grasp. Miss Evans, according to his first dazzling
impression, was about the most fetching creature he had ever seen
and about the last person by whom any young man could be bored. If
she kept cats they must be pedigreed Persian cats, and well worth
keeping, Johnnie decided. The girl--and she was a girl--had
brought into the room an electric vitality, a breeziness hard to
describe. Her eyes were humorous and intelligent; her teeth, which
she seemed always ready to show in a friendly, generous smile,
were strong and white and sparkling. Altogether she was such a
vision of healthy, unaffected, and smartly gotten-up young
womanhood that O'Reilly could only stammer his acknowledgment of
the introduction, inwardly berating himself for his awkwardness.
He was aware of Alvarado's amusement, and this added to his
embarrassment.
"The doctor has told me all about you." Miss Evans addressed
Johnnie over her shoulder as she laid off her furs and a stylish
little turban hat. "I'm dying to hear what happened on your trip."
"So am I," confessed Alvarado. "You know, Mr. O'Reilly has seen my
brothers."
"You men must go right ahead and talk as if I weren't here. I
won't interrupt, except with a few vivas or carambas or--What are
some other lady-like Spanish exclamations?"
"There aren't very many," Johnnie acknowledged.
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