"She sees you, and it's a case of love at first sight on her part,"
explained Baird. "And you love her, too, only you're a bashful
country boy and can't show it the way she can. Try out a little
first scene now."
Merton stood, his basket on his arm, as the girl approached him.
"Look down," called Baird, and Merton lowered his gaze under the
ardent regard of the social butterfly. She tossed away her cigarette
and came nearer. Then she mischievously pinched his cheek as the New
York men had pinched his little sister's. Having done this, she
placed her hand beneath his chin and raised his face to hers.
"Now look up at her," called Baird. "But she frightens you. Remember
your country raising. You never saw a society girl before. That's
it--look frightened while she's admiring you in that bold way. Now
turn a little and look down again. Pinch his cheek once more, Lulu.
Now, Merton, look up and smile, but kind of scared--you're still
afraid of her--and offer her a bottle of Ma's preserves. Step back a
little as you do it, because you're kind of afraid of what she might
do next. That's fine. Good work, both of you.
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