Produced by Robert Shimmin and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team. LITTLE EVE EDGARTON BY ELEANOR HALLOWELL ABBOTT Author of "Molly Make Believe," "The White Linen Nurse," etc. With Illustrations by R.M. CROSBY NEW YORK THE CENTURY CO. 1914 _Published, September, 1914_ [Illustration: "Music! Flowers! Palms! Catering! Everything!"] LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS "Music! Flowers! Palms! Catering! Everything!" "I am riding," she murmured almost inaudibly "I would therefore respectfully suggest as a special topic of conversation the consummate cheek of--yours truly, Paul Reymouth Edgarton!" "Your PAPER-DOLL BOOK?" stammered Barton "Don't delay me!" she said, "I've got to make four hundred muffins!" Suddenly full comprehension broke upon him and he fairly blurted out his astonishing information "You're nice," he said. "I like you!" "Any time that you people want me," suggested Edgarton's icy voice, "I am standing here--in about the middle of the floor!" LITTLE EVE EDGARTON CHAPTER I "But you live like such a fool--of course you're bored!" drawled the Older Man, rummaging listlessly through his pockets for the ever-elusive match. "Well, I like your nerve!" protested the Younger Man with unmistakable asperity. "Do you--really?" mocked the Older Man, still smiling very faintly. For a few minutes then both men resumed their cigars, staring blinkishly out all the while from their dark green piazza corner into the dazzling white tennis courts that gleamed like so many slippery pine planks in the afternoon glare and heat. The month was August, the day typically handsome, typically vivid, typically caloric. It was the Younger Man who recovered his conversational interest first. "So you think I'm a fool?" he resumed at last quite abruptly. "Oh, no--no! Not for a minute!" denied the Older Man. "Why, my dear sir, I never even implied that you were a fool! All I said was that you--lived like a fool!" Starting to be angry, the Younger Man laughed instead. "You're certainly rather an amusing sort of chap," he acknowledged reluctantly. A gleam of real pride quickened most ingenuously in the Older Man's pale blue eyes. "Why, that's just the whole point of my argument," he beamed. "Now--you look interesting. But you aren't! And I--don't look interesting. But it seems that I am!" "You--you've got a nerve!" reverted the Younger Man. Altogether serenely the Older Man began to rummage again through all his pockets. "Thank you for your continuous compliments," he mused. "Thank you, I say. Thank you--very much. Now for the very first time, sir, it's beginning to dawn on me just why you have honored me with so much of your company--the past three or four days. I truly believe that you like me! Eh? But up to last Monday, if I remember correctly," he added drily, "it was that showy young Philadelphia crowd that was absorbing the larger part of your--valuable attention? Eh? Wasn't it?"