Little Eve Edgarton. Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
"But you live like such a fool--of course you're bored!" drawled the
Older Man, rummaging listlessly through his pockets for the
"Well, I like your nerve!" protested the Younger Man with unmistakable
"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."