DOI article:
Sharp, Evelyn: A new poster
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.27805#0141
By Evelyn Sharp 137
with this awful crush—aren’t you ? I had to offend millions of
decent people by getting the mother into a chair, and I don’t
suppose she will be able to move until I go and dig her out
again.”
The ugly boy, although he cultivated a pose of selfishness like
the others in his set, had a great devotion for his mother, which
was so unusual a phenomenon among his friends that they never
quite took him seriously about it, and had to suspect him of ulterior
motives before they felt in a position to admire him for it. No-
body ever did take the ugly boy seriously about anything, but
Cynthia was in the mood this afternoon to be touched by any sign
of natural affection, and she followed him outside the window
with more graciousness than she usually showed to any one so
unimportant.
“ Have you seen your friend Mr. Marks lately ? ” she asked him.
She felt that it was not necessary to lead up to the subject with
Dicky Askew. He looked steadily across the street at the house
opposite, and hesitated.
“ Marks ? Not for millions of days. Have you ?”
“ I ? Oh no. I don’t know why I asked you. I thought you
were such friends, that’s all. You always suggest Mr. Marks,
you know.”
Dicky glanced doubtfully at her.
“ The fact is,” he said with an impulse of confidence, “ we’ve
had a beastly row ; I’m afraid it’s really all up this time. I haven’t
seen him once since Sunday.”
Cynthia murmured something and waited eagerly for more.
The ugly boy grew expansive.
“The fact is,” he said again, leaning over the balustrade,
“Adrian is so beastly rotten. And she’s an awfully decent little
girl, don’t you see.”
with this awful crush—aren’t you ? I had to offend millions of
decent people by getting the mother into a chair, and I don’t
suppose she will be able to move until I go and dig her out
again.”
The ugly boy, although he cultivated a pose of selfishness like
the others in his set, had a great devotion for his mother, which
was so unusual a phenomenon among his friends that they never
quite took him seriously about it, and had to suspect him of ulterior
motives before they felt in a position to admire him for it. No-
body ever did take the ugly boy seriously about anything, but
Cynthia was in the mood this afternoon to be touched by any sign
of natural affection, and she followed him outside the window
with more graciousness than she usually showed to any one so
unimportant.
“ Have you seen your friend Mr. Marks lately ? ” she asked him.
She felt that it was not necessary to lead up to the subject with
Dicky Askew. He looked steadily across the street at the house
opposite, and hesitated.
“ Marks ? Not for millions of days. Have you ?”
“ I ? Oh no. I don’t know why I asked you. I thought you
were such friends, that’s all. You always suggest Mr. Marks,
you know.”
Dicky glanced doubtfully at her.
“ The fact is,” he said with an impulse of confidence, “ we’ve
had a beastly row ; I’m afraid it’s really all up this time. I haven’t
seen him once since Sunday.”
Cynthia murmured something and waited eagerly for more.
The ugly boy grew expansive.
“The fact is,” he said again, leaning over the balustrade,
“Adrian is so beastly rotten. And she’s an awfully decent little
girl, don’t you see.”