“Oh he is nice,” Phyllis said hastily. “What I mean is, do you think—Gale really likes him? An awful lot I mean?”
Valerie regarded her friend silently, puzzledly for a moment. “How do you mean?”
“Well,” Phyllis coughed embarrassedly and wished she had never mentioned the subject. “He is young, handsome, and quite charming. Gale might——”
“You mean Gale might fall in love with him?” Valerie asked aghast.
“Well—yes,” Phyllis said in confusion. “Do you suppose she might?”
Valerie laughed. “But she is still in High School!”
“That doesn’t make any difference,” Phyllis assured her.
“No,” Valerie said after a moment, “I don’t suppose it does. But Gale isn’t any older than we are. Seventeen! He must be—oh, well, in his twenties. Whatever gave you such a crazy idea?”
“I don’t know,” Phyllis said hurriedly. “Forget I said anything.”
“Have you said any more to your Aunt about Briarhurst?” Valerie wanted to know.