Hodge came up behind her and put his arms round her.
"A penny for your thoughts, Elsie," he said.
"I don't think I could express them in words," she confessed. "Do you think me a jealous person, Bart?"
"Jealous?" he exclaimed. "Far from it!"
"But I am—I'm jealous. I'm dying of envy."
"You—you jealous—of whom?"
"Inza. Look how all the best things of life have come to her. She has a grand husband, who is doing a magnificent and noble work. Look at those splendid buildings. Every one acknowledges now that Frank has done and is doing more for the upbuilding and the uplifting of American boys than any person has ever before done in all history. Inza is his wife, and they have a son."
Bart's arms dropped at his sides, and he turned away.
In surprise, Elsie turned and saw him move from her. In a moment she had him by the arm.
"What is it, Bart?" she exclaimed, in dismay.