"Study Greek and you will know," she replied, frowning at him as he stepped from the platform.
We went to walk in Silver Street after school, and he joined us.
"Do you read Greek?" he asked her.
"My father is a Greek Professor, and he made me study it when I was a little girl."
"The name of Cassandra inspired me to rub up my knowledge of the tragedies."
Helen and he had a Homeric talk, while I silently walked by them, thinking that Cassandra would have suited Veronica, and that no name suited me. From some reason I did not discover, Helen began to loiter, pretending that she wanted to have a look at the clouds. But when I looked back her head was bent to the ground. Mr. Somers offered to carry my books.
"Carry Helen's; she is smaller than I am."
"Confound Helen!"
"And the books, too, if you like. Helen," I called, "why do you loiter? It is time for dinner. We must go home."
"I am quite ready for my dinner," she replied. "Wont you come to our house this afternoon and take tea with me?"