Australia -- Fiction; Autobiographical fiction; Bildungsromans; Melbourne (Vic.) -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"By gosh, you bet I do!" cried Maria, italicising the words in her
vehemence. "Well, look here, Kiddy, if a chap's sweet on me I let him
be sweet, my dear, and that's all--till he's run to barley-sugar. What
I don't let him savvy is, whether I care a twopenny damn for him. Soon
as you do that, it's all up. Just let him hang round, and throw
sheep's-eyes, till he's as soft as a jellyfish, and when he's right
down ripe, roaring mad, go off and pretend to do a mash with some one
else. That's the way to glue him, chicken."
"But you don't have anything of him that way," objected Laura.
Maria laughed herself red in the face. "What'n earth more d'you want?
Why, he'll pester you with letters, world without end, and look as
black as your shoe if you so much as wink at another boy. As for a
kiss, if he gets a chance of one he'll take it you can bet your bottom
dollar on that."
"But you never get to know him!"
"Oh, hang it, Laura, but you ARE rich! What d'you think one has a boy
for, I'd like to know. To parlezvous about old Shepherd's sermons? You
loony, it's only for getting lollies, and letters, and the whole dashed
fun of the thing. If you go about too much with one, you soon have to
fake an interest in his rotten old affairs. Or else just hold your
tongue and let him blow. And that's dull work. D'you think it ever
comes up a fellow's back to talk to you about your new Sunday hat! If
it does, you can teach your grandmother to suck eggs."
But, despite this wisdom, Laura could not determine how Maria would
have acted had she stood in her shoes.
And then, too, the elder girl had said nothing about another side of
the question, had not touched on the sighs and simpers, the winged
glances, and drooped, provocative lids--all the thousand and one
fooleries, in short, which Laura saw her and others employ. There was a
regular machinery of invitation and encouragement to be set in motion:
for, before it was safe to ignore a wooer and let him dangle, as Maria
advised, you had first to make quite sure he wished to nibble your
bait.--And it was just in this elementary science that Laura broke down.
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