But when she came and sat down by him in that unaffected manner and looked out of such frank eyes; smiled with an every-day cordiality, as if the smile was in constant use, he was a little nonplused.
"What have you been doing this whole year?" he asked with interest. "Could you pass an examination for the High School?"
"Oh, do you remember how frightened I was? But some of the questions would not cause me five minutes' thought now. I've had a magnificent time with history and literature, and a tough time with Latin. It is one of the things I have to delve at this summer. It seems to me most of my life is school life. I can't stop anywhere. Something is thrust at me all the time."
"You used to love to study," complainingly.
"I love it yet. Botany is delightful, it is so full of live wonders. I do not care so much for chemistry. And physics——"
"They require close attention. And what accomplishments?" in a dissatisfied tone.
"French that I am not in love with, but Mrs. Van Dorn insists upon it, and the piano, drawing, and painting."
"A waste of time most of them," he commented severely.
"Sketching is very fascinating."
"And a camera can give you the picture twice as well."