And though they don't ever reckon to admit it, men just feel that way,
too. Oh, I guess I know. The boys are just yearning for the girls to
think there's nothing but big 'thinks' moving around in their
well-greased heads. And they'd hate a girl who got the notion they had
time to stand around gawking in a mirror to see their clothes set
right, or study the look they're going to pour into the china blue eyes
of some tow-headed bundle who knows his bank wad down to the last cent."
She sighed heavily, but her eyes were literally dancing.
"But it's kind of nice that boys act that way," she went on. "It does
give a girl a chance to think him all sorts of a god for--a while.
Say, if she knew things just as they are, where'd she find that scrap
of romance which makes life all sunshine and storm clouds, instead of
the monotonous gray it really is?"
She pointed at the snowy bed laden with the precious costumes she must
use before the night was out.
"Say, wouldn't it be just awful if every girl knew that the man
she'd--marked down for her own, worried around with things like that
before every party he was to take her to, same as she does? I guess
she'll learn it all later when she marries him, and has two folks to
worry for instead of one.
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