“How are you so sure of that?” asked Mary. “I was just going to say——”
“You’re a junior,” announced Miss Butts, calmly disregarding the interruption.
Mary shook her head.
“Senior, then.”
Mary shook her head again.
“I didn’t think you looked old enough for that,” said Miss Butts. “Then I was mistaken and you’re a sophomore.”
“No,” said Mary firmly.
Miss Butts stared. “Freshman?”
“No,” said Mary, who considered the befooling of Miss Butts beneath her. “I graduated last year.”
“Oh, I don’t believe that: I believe you’re a freshman after all,” declared Miss Butts. “You started to say you were a few minutes ago.”