"
Anthony dangled his legs from his perch and brushed aside a
troublesome prickly pod that depended in such a position as to
tickle his neck. "I'm from Yale. Ever been to New Haven? What are
you laughing at?"
"At you. Do you know what it is which you are fighting from your
neck?"
"This?" Kirk succeeded in locating the nettle that had annoyed
him.
"Yes. It is cow-eetch. Wait! By-and-by you will scratch like
everything." The young lady laughed with the most mischievous,
elf-like enjoyment of this prospect.
"All right. Just for that, I will wait."
Now that the first surprise of meeting was over, Kirk began a
really attentive scrutiny of this delightful young person. So far
he had been conscious of little except her eyes, which had
exercised a most remarkable effect upon him from the first. He had
never cared for black eyes--they were too hard and sparkling, as a
rule--but these--well, he had never seen anything quite like them.
They were large and soft and velvety, like--like black pansies!
That was precisely what they were, saucy, wide-awake black
pansies, the most beautiful flower in all creation; and, while
they were shadowed by the intangible melancholy of the tropics,
they were also capable of twinkling in the most roguish manner
imaginable, as at the present moment.
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