“David, would you be sorry if I should go away from Bromfield—to stay?”
“It wouldn’t be Bromfield without you.”
Lavinia Larimore took the bit in her teeth.
“Dave, what do you think Ellen Porter was saying to me when you came to the store, this afternoon?”
“I couldn’t guess.”
“She said it was all over town that you and I are going to be married.”
“I—” The boy gasped. He gripped the edge of his chair and the blood died out of his cheeks. “Vine, you oughtn’t to make fun of me that way. It isn’t kind.”
“I wasn’t making fun of you, Davy. Honest to goodness, everybody has noticed how much we have been together lately.”
“But Calvin?”
“Pooh! I broke off with him long ago. Dave, are you asleep, that you don’t know it is all over between Calvin and me?”