"Two years after this will take me through college, and then——"
"And then——"
His hand found hers once more, and the look that he gave her she could not misunderstand. Her eyes drooped, and the warm color surged into her cheeks.
To Frank it seemed that Inza grew more handsome each time he saw her. Certainly she was destined to become a strikingly attractive woman.
After a little their conversation drifted onto the subject of college sports, and Inza suddenly said: "I am so glad you are not playing football this season, Frank."
"Glad?" questioned Frank, surprised. "Why?"
"Oh, just because—because—I am."
This was unlike Inza. She had ever taken a great interest in manly sports and games, and, in the old days at Fardale, her smiles and encouraging words had fired him with enthusiasm to do his best in many a contest.
"I don't think I understand you," he said, slowly. "You used to be glad for quite the other reason."
"But—but it's different now."