"
Considering that it was about six-thirty, I wanted to ask who was
telling a taradiddle now; but I resisted the temptation, and replied--
"No. And I promise not to bother you about my private affairs any
more."
Madge laughed again merrily, saying, "You are the most obvious man I
ever met. Now why did you say that?"
"I thought you were making breakfast an excuse," I said, "because you
didn't like the subject."
"Yes, I was," said Madge, frankly. "Tell me about the girl you are
engaged to."
I was so taken back that I stopped in my walk, and merely looked at
her.
"For instance," she asked coolly, when she saw that I was speechless,
"what does she look like?"
"Like, like--" I stammered, still embarrassed by this bold carrying of
the war into my own camp--"like an angel."
"Oh," said Madge, eagerly, "I've always wanted to know what angels
were like. Describe her to me."
"Well," I said, getting my second wind, so to speak, "she has the
bluest eyes I've ever seen. Why, Miss Cullen, you said you'd never
seen anything so blue as the sky yesterday; but even the atmosphere of
'rainless Arizona' has to take a back seat when her eyes are round.
And they are just like the atmosphere out here. You can look into them
for a hundred miles, but you can't get to the bottom."
"The Arizona sky is wonderful," said Madge. "How do the scientists
account for it?"
I wasn't going to have my description of Miss Cullen sidetracked, for,
since she had given me the chance, I wanted her to know just what I
thought of her.
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