"There are so few real chances for a woman in Mount Mark, and we felt that this was once in a lifetime. And you know how hard we worked. And then, when we relaxed our—our vigilance—just for a moment, you spoiled it all by—"
"Yes,—talk English, Carrie. What was it you tried to do for me?"
"Well, if you want plain English you can have it," said Carol heatedly. "You know what professor is, a swell position like his, and such prospects, and New York City, and four thousand a year with a raise for next year, and we tried to give you a good fair chance to land him squarely, and—"
"To land him—"
"To get him, then! He hasn't any girl. You could have been engaged to him this minute—Professor David Arnold Duke—if you had wanted to."
"Oh, is that it?"
"Yes, that's it."
Fairy smiled. "Thank you, dear, it was sweet of you, but you're too late. I am engaged."
Carol's lips parted, closed, parted again. "You—you?"
"Exactly so."