“But you haven’t told me much about her looks,” pursued Dr. Eaton. “Is she tall or short?”
“She—why, she’s medium, I should think,” invented Betty hastily. “Really, Dr. Eaton, I never noticed her particularly.” Just then Betty’s eyes fell on Roberta, who was standing alone near the door of Mrs. Kent’s room. “Wait a minute,” she commanded, “and I’ll get Roberta Lewis. She knows Georgia pretty well, and she’s very good at description. I know I’m particularly bad at it, for you’ve said so repeatedly yourself.”
Roberta was overwhelmed by the idea of having to talk to Dr. Eaton, but she came in perforce, and stayed long enough to describe Georgia in detail and with considerable picturesqueness.
Dr. Eaton listened intently. “It’s odd,” he said, “I can’t place Miss Ames at all—but then my classes are very large.”
“Is she an especially interesting girl?” asked Betty, squeezing Roberta’s hand.
“She writes extremely well,” answered Dr. Eaton stiffly, and the subject was dropped.
“I suppose,” Betty explained, telling the story to “The Merry Hearts” that evening, “he realized all of a sudden that he oughtn’t to be discussing her so frankly with us. Of course he shouldn’t, if she was a real person.”
“You don’t think he suspects anything?” asked Rachel.
“No, indeed,” declared Betty. “He was just as serious as could be, wasn’t he, Roberta?”