"Confound her principles! That's what is the matter with her," Bobby growled. "I had always supposed that Beatrix was a reasonable girl; but no girl in her senses would tackle the job of marrying Sidney Lorimer to reform him."
"When I do it, I'll reverse things and reform the man to marry him," Sally returned shrewdly.
Bobby raised his brows.
"The first time you've ever warned me that I was on probation, Sally!"
"I said a man, not a boy," she replied unkindly. "But, after all, Mr. Lorimer has been perfectly steady, all summer long."
"Mm—yes, after a fashion. Of course, he would do his best, for I will do him the justice to admit that he loves Beatrix with all the manhood there is in him. To be sure, that's not saying much."
"You aren't quite fair to him, Bobby. He must have some manhood in him, to have steadied down as much as he has done, this summer."
Bobby shrugged his shoulders.
"He is playing for high stakes, Sally, and he can afford to be careful. Any slip now would prove to be the losing of the whole game. Wait a year and see."
"Then you think—"