“I guess yes!”
“How do you know?”
“I’ve got eyes.”
Frank frowned a little.
“I do not like to carry round men who will give my company the reputation of being a lot of mashers,” he said, soberly. “Of course there is such a thing as a ‘harmless flirtation,’ but the girl who flirts with a strange actor is very foolish. She is playing with fire, and there is great danger that she will be burned.”
“But you can’t stop it,” said Hodge. “I haven’t been on the road very long, but I have found out that girls everywhere are ready to make fools of themselves over any old thing that is an actor.”
“Why, you haven’t been flirting with them?”
“I rather think not! You know well enough, Merriwell, that I do not take any stock in girls. All the same, I’ve never been in a place yet where I could not have made the acquaintance of girls. Mind, I say girls—not a girl.”
“It’s remarkable that intelligent girls should be so foolish.”
“Foolish is the word for it, Merriwell. And surely most of the girls seem intelligent enough. Some of them are very pretty.”