"Yes, my boy!" gratefully smiled H. R. He shook hands with Reggie and said, very seriously, "I leave her in your care!"
Reggie, who was very young and careless, flushed proudly. Here was a man who understood men! He would protect Grace with his life. And it gave him a new respect for other women.
"I don't blame you, Grace," he said, with his twelve-year-old's smile that clung to him through life and made even poor people like him. "He is a wonder! Beekman Rutgers had the nerve to tell me that all the Rutgerses are like H. R. What do you think of that?"
Grace answered, "Certainly not!"
She was not going to marry H. R., but if you intend to have it known that you have refused to marry a man who is crazy to marry you, the greater the man the greater the refusal. She added, with conviction:
"There is only one Rutgers like that and his first name is Hendrik."
Reggie nodded, looked at her, sighed, and began to dance.
He didn't touch H. R. as a dancer.
"Can you do the Rutgers Roll?" she asked.
"No!" he confessed.