But she would not satisfy him—perhaps could not.
"I should think you'd be ashamed, to make your aunt so much trouble. They said you were suspended—or—expelled!"
He shrugged his big shoulders and threw away the handful of broken twigs.
"That's true enough—I might as well admit that."
"Oh, Morton!—I didn't believe it. Expelled!"
"Yes, expelled—turned down—thrown out—fired! And I'm glad of it." He leaned back against the fence and whistled very softly through his teeth.
"Sh! Sh!" she urged. "Please!"
He was quiet.
"But Morton—what are you going to do?—Won't it spoil your career?"