“Every one except Yale,” said David, and she laughed.
“Can’t you sometimes enjoy a game even though you’re beaten, David?”
“I can,” he replied. “But Yale can’t.”
“My, but you’re prejudiced!”
He admitted that perhaps he was. “Of course Yale’s a great place, and we should hate to have to get on without her. I dare say the Yale men feel the same way about Harvard. And if it weren’t for Yale, we shouldn’t be having this day, one of the finest days in the whole year.”
“Isn’t it!” cried Ruth. “Three cheers for Yale!”
In David’s eyes she radiated charm and happiness and good will, and her least utterance sounded musical to his ears. He was sure that she must inevitably win the heart of every man and woman that she met. There was no question but that she won his mother’s. At luncheon Mrs. Ives beamed over the good report that Ruth brought about Ralph. He was such a nice boy; every one at St. Timothy’s liked him. Mr. Dean questioned her eagerly about the masters and the life at the school. She gave him lively answers filled with gay anecdotes.
After luncheon, when she and David were starting for the game, she said to Mr. Dean, “I wish you were coming too.”