Next morning Brewster ran across to him during break.
“I say, Whately, do tell me who she is.”
“No; I told you I wasn’t going to.”
“Well, then. Oh, look here! Is it Dorothy Jones?” Dorothy Jones was the daughter of the owner of a cycle shop and was much admired in the school.
“Would you like it to be?” Roland asked.
“I don’t know. Perhaps. But is it, though?”
“Perhaps.”
“It is Dorothy Jones, isn’t it? It is her?”
“If you know, why do you ask me?”
“Oh, don’t be a fool! Is it Dorothy Jones?”