“Probably.”
“Don’t you suppose—don’t you think it might be better to have it over with him? Then it would be off your mind.”
Polly shook her head. “I don’t dare to let it come now. Maybe I am a coward; but I am afraid he would out-argue me.”
“And you think it will be better later?”
Polly’s eyes had a sad, far-away look as she gazed at Dolly’s ducks taking a swim down the brook.
“It seems as if it would be easier—at home. I must wait. David is a good talker when he sets out to win his point—I am afraid.”
“I see,” nodded the other.
“Maybe. But you can’t—quite. I could only say that I am going to be a nurse, and that I don’t love him. Then he would accuse me of almost everything—I know David. When I go back—well, maybe I’ll write him a letter.”
Juanita laughed. “You won’t be a nurse all your life. You cannot convince me of that.”
“Yes, I have decided.” She crocheted hard. “I love it, and after I’m through college I shall take a course of training, specializing on children—I have it all planned.”