"Jack," and her tone tried to compensate me, "behave now--everybody is
looking." Then she added louder, "Have you really grown into this
handsome chap--and no lameness any more?"
"Tut--tut," broke in Aunt Lucretia, half irritated, "you two make me
tired. Of course he has--you have both grown wonderfully up to your
pedigree--I always said so--nothing strange in that. And as you are
both grown now," she added patronizingly and with the old return of
authority, "I intend to marry you to each other before Christmas--see if
I don't."
I blushed and Eloise smiled--a trace of the old fun-loving tease
breaking across the corners of her mouth. Her beautiful clear
blue-hazel eyes smiled up into mine, full of the old fun and daring.