"And she goes to school," murmured Nesta, gazing lingeringly at the lucky girl, who seemed to have everything heart could desire. "I just want to see her more than everything in the world."
"Perhaps you will some day," said Miss Chase, wondering silently how much of the compliment Brenda would return could she see a photograph of this rough-headed, ill-dressed little cousin of hers; for Brenda was particular—at least over her friends at school.
Eustace gazed silently at the portrait of Herbert. He had no word to say about the immaculately-dressed English boy, photographed in his best suit, his highest collar, and pet tie. At least he made no public comment; but when Nesta bothered him later for an opinion, he said shortly,—
"He looks an ass."
"Oh, he doesn't," Nesta said warmly, ready to admire everything English.
"I think so," Eustace said imperturbably.
"Then you're a silly, jealous boy," said Nesta in fiery championship.
"Who wants to have clothes like Brenda?" was the instant retort, "and go to school like Brenda, and be just like Brenda? But I'm certain I don't want to look like Herbert anyway. He looks a stuck-up ass."
"He—he looks like a gentleman," spluttered Nesta.
"Oh, shut up," said Eustace. "Can't a gentleman look an ass? Who is that riding up the hill?"