“I believe that, also,” nodded Inza. “Still, I often think of the days when we first met. I think of Fardale, and it seems so far—so very far away! I think of our visits to Yale, and somehow that seems long, long ago.”
“What a splendid-looking lot of fellows!” exclaimed Elsie. “Aren’t they, Inza?”
“Yes; but I see one who looks finer in my eyes than a thousand like the others on the field.”
“Oh, fie! I don’t believe you’re looking at the one I see.”
“I don’t believe so, either.”
“I hope not.”
“So do I. There, Elsie, we’re both satisfied. Hear the Harvard cheer. Isn’t it a splendid sound?”
“I like the Yale cheer better.”
“I love them both. Look, there go the two captains—there goes Frank!”