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Show 14 her voice returning to a sociable norm, "has always been charming." "Charming," Phyllis giggled, "'as the smile on the face of a tiger.'" "You're being unfair." But they had almost reached the end of the grove; through gaps in the trees they caught glimpses of the beach, heard the waves lazily curling onto the sand. Suddenly their mood changed, and Phyllis lowered her voice mischievously. "Let's take off our shoes." Her eye held a bit of girlish naughtiness, and Louise pulled up, momentarily proper. But the breeze touched her cheek: the day was too glorious; down with dignity. Suddenly kittenish she bent over and tossed her xsnd a Is. aside, squeezing the sand between her toes. Phyllis had thrown her sweater over a bush, and began to dance. "Isn't this fun?" Louise laughed. "Like ballet class." She began to strike one pose and then another, while Phyllis joined the rhythm, parodying a falling leaf or an ocean wave. In a moment she stopped, drew herself up and began to sing: Nothing can be fina Than to be in Carolina In the mo-o-o-rning. . . Louise stopped too, long enough to come in on the chorus; then joining hands they embarked on a shuffle, ending with a popping of feet and a holding out of arms - |