"
"Are you sharing my unpopularity with the family?" asked Harold.
Eleanor confessed that she was. "I've been in disgrace ever since my
party," she said. "Did Uncle Ranny tell you the way we shocked the
aunties?"
"I did," said Mr. Ranny; "also the way sister Isobel looked when little
Kittie Mason shook the shimmy. It's a blessing mother did not see her; I
veritably believe she would have spanked her."
"A delicious household," pronounced Harold. "What a pity they have
banished me. I should so love to put them in a play!"
"But I wouldn't let you!" Eleanor cried, so indignantly that the other
three laughed.
"Neither bond nor free," Harold said, pursing his lips and lifting his
brows. "A little pagan at home and a puritan abroad. How are we going to
emancipate her, Ran?"
"You needn't worry," said Mrs. Ranny, lazily lighting her cigarette.
"Eleanor is a lot more subtle than any one thinks; she'll emancipate
herself before long."
Eleanor was grateful to Aunt Flo. She was tired of being considered an
ingenue. She wanted to be treated with the dignity her twenty years
demanded.
"I have a plan for her," said Harold, with a proprietary air.
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