“And who is the new one?” asked Emmy Lou.
“The gentleman named as likely is Professor Bryan.”
“Oh,” said Emmy Lou, “no.”
“I am of the opinion, therefore,” said Uncle Charlie, “that the ‘Platonian’s Mercurial Gazette’ will make its appearance yet.”
“If it is Professor Bryan,” said Emmy Lou, “there’s no need of my working any more on the Debate.”
“Why not?” said Uncle Charlie.
“If it’s Mr. Bryan, he’ll never let them come, he thinks they are awful things—boys.”
Miss MacLauren was right about it; the debate did not take place. Platonian affairs seemed suddenly tame. Would a strictly feminine Olympus pall?
She came into Aunt Cordelia’s room one afternoon. “There’s to be a dancing club on Friday evenings,” she explained, “and I’m invited.”
Which was doubly true, for both William and Chester had asked her. She was used to having William say he’d come round and go along; she had had a boy join her and walk home—but this——