This solitary print represented
Bevis--there was no mistaking Bevis--but Mavis bent over it with puzzled
eyes, for clasped tightly in his arms with her head laid upon his
shoulder was a girl. Merle, who snatched the photo away to look at it,
decided her identity at once.
"Why, it's Romola! That's the artistic blue dress that Violet made for
her!"
"So it is! Where's her plait, though?"
"Hidden behind her, I suppose. I say! They're coming it rather strong,
aren't they?"
"Yes. I shouldn't have thought that of Bevis!"
"No more should I!" (Merle was looking annoyed.) "I'd no idea he could be
so silly. I shall rag him about this, you bet!"
"I wouldn't!" (Mavis's voice was very quiet.) "Romola is so pretty!
Perhaps he _likes_ her!"
"Well, it's the first I've seen of it. He's a sly-boots if he does.
Somehow it doesn't seem to fit in with Bevis. I'm cross with him. When
did Clive take this amazing snap? I wonder he didn't send it on to us
before. I think it's not worth keeping, if you ask me!" and Merle,
tearing the photo into bits, tossed it into the waste-paper basket.
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