Phyllis twirled her pencil between her fingers. “Perhaps you will think I’m funny, but sometimes I think she isn’t even my Aunt.”
“Why?” Gale asked intently.
Phyllis shrugged her shoulders. “I can’t explain it. The feeling is just there. She never speaks about any of those things.”
“Hmmm,” Gale said.
“But this isn’t getting my mathematics done,” Phyllis sighed.
“Nor my Latin,” Gale agreed.
The girls resumed their studies, but Gale’s mind insisted on wandering off to picture an airplane bearing two young men toward South America. David and Brent were off to aid in the search for the famous surgeon—Phyllis’ father! What if the Doctor wasn’t found? Gale looked across at Phyllis. Practically all of Phyllis’ future hinged on the news announcement they had heard downstairs and the girl did not know it!
“What are you going to do after college, Phyl?” Gale asked dreamily.
Phyllis laughed. “What’s the matter, isn’t the Latin interesting?”
“Terribly,” Gale smiled. “But what are you?”