“Well, that’s close enough with so much fighting going on,” Jessie pouted. “I don’t want any of those awful Mexican revolutionists to fire at you.”
“Don’t worry, Jessie,” Dave answered; and then caught her by both hands and drew her closer. “You’re going to write to me regularly, aren’t you?” he continued, earnestly.
“Of course, Dave! And don’t you forget to answer every letter,” she replied quickly.
“Oh, I’ll do that, never fear!”
“And do you really think you are going to enjoy becoming a civil engineer?”
“I’m positive of it, Jessie. The more I see of the profession, the more I am in love with it. It’s a wonderful thing. Just think of being able to plan out a great big bridge across a broad river, or some wonderful dam, or a tall sky-scraper, or an elevated railroad, or a tunnel under a gigantic mountain, or a tube under some river, or––”
“Oh, my gracious me, Dave! are you going to do all those wonderful things?” gasped the girl, her eyes opening widely.
“I don’t expect I’ll ever have the chance to do all those things, Jessie; but I’m going to try my best to do some of them. Of course, you must remember that at the present time civil engineering is divided into a great many branches. Now, for instance, I didn’t mention anything about mining 185 engineering, and that’s a wonderful profession in itself.”
“Oh, Dave! it’s wonderful––simply wonderful!” cried the girl. “And you are going to be a wonderful man––I know it!” and she looked earnestly into his eyes.