“I—oh, I’ve decided to follow your example.”
“You mean you’ve given up trying?”
“Sounds that way, doesn’t it?” Alec was looking straight ahead of him; there was a little pucker between his brows.
Blue Bonnet seemed for the moment to be giving her attention to her flowers. It was just as she had expected; by some means, evidently not fair ones, Boyd must have secured Alec’s notes and used them. Of course she had not liked him—he was selfish and cruel and mean! And she would have to pretend not to know, unless Alec made some sign, which he would not—she wasn’t good at pretending.
“‘BUT I THOUGHT,’ SHE SAID, ‘THAT IT WAS A GIRL’S PRIVILEGE TO CHANGE HER MIND?’”
“But I thought,” she said, “that it was a girl’s privilege to change her mind?”
“Mayn’t we borrow one of your privileges occasionally? You borrow some of ours. Besides, I won a prize last year—suppose I should do it again, wouldn’t too much glory be bad for a fellow?”
“Aunt Lucinda won it three times running when she was a girl.”