“Why?” Blue Bonnet asked.
“He wanted me to enter West Point. Grandfather’s a West Pointer.”
“And you can’t?”
“How could I pass?”
“You mean you’re not—?”
“Strong enough? Yes.”
“So you’re a disappointment, too,” Blue Bonnet said slowly; “but you can’t help it, and I—”
“What are you talking about?”
“Never mind. There, I think that’s Delia again. I’ll have to go this time.”
“I wish I could go over with you,” Alec said, as Blue Bonnet slipped into her mackintosh, drawing the hood over her head. “It’s been awfully jolly having you here. Wait, you’re going without your share of the candy.”