Cynthia laughed jollily.
"Oh, well! You'll get over that. Wait till you get a best boy."
"If you think I'd look at any silly man, after knowing her——"
"My dear girl! Has it never occurred to you that you'll marry some day?"
Louise shook her head.
"I've thought it all out. I never could love anybody as much as I do Miss Hartill. I know I couldn't."
"But it's not the same! Falling in love with a man——"
"Love's love," said Louise with finality. "Where's the difference?"
Cynthia sat up.
"Where's the difference? Where's the——?" She giggled. But something in the quality of her laughter disturbed. Louise frowned.