She didn't seem to consider him a nice person.
"Neither, thank you," sharply, as he still stood there.
He moved away, hurt, bewildered.
Istra was going on, "I haven't been here long enough to be
lonely yet, but in any case--" when Mr. Wrenn interrupted:
"You've hurt Tom's feelings by not taking any candy; and, gee,
he's awful kind!"
"Have I?" mockingly.
"Yes, you _have_. And there ain't any too many kind people in
this world."
"Oh yes, of course you' re right. I _am_ sorry, really I am."
She dived after Tom's retreat and cheerfully addressed him:
"Oh, I do want some of those chocolates. Will you let me change
my mind? Please do."
"Yes _ma'am_, you sure can!" said broad Tom, all one pleased
chuckle, poking out the two bags.
Istra stopped beside the Five-Hundred table to smile in a lordly
way down at Mrs. Arty and say, quite humanly:
"I'm so sorry I can't play a decent game of cards. I'm afraid
I'm too stupid to learn. You are very lucky, I think."
Mr. Wrenn on the couch was horribly agitated.
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