“Perhaps she won’t when she’s twenty.”
“Yes, she will! She’s true-blue, just like you!”
Blue began to whistle. Then his eyes twinkled, and the whistling was cut short.
“Doodles, I think you’d be a better match for Daphne,—you are nearer her age.”
“Oh, no!” cried Doodles. “I’d rather marry Polly—Polly Dudley!”
“Cracketywhack! You’ve got ahead o’ me! Picked out a wife already!” Blue laughed himself almost out of his chair.
Doodles laughed a little in sympathy, yet he said:—
“I don’t see anything very funny about that! If I like Polly and Polly likes me, why can’t we marry each other when we get old?”
“How do you know she likes you?”
“She said she did.”