While Hal had been speaking, a sudden idea had occurred to Drusie, and her face lit up with eagerness and excitement.
"O Hal," she exclaimed, "I believe that Dodds Major is our boy—the nice boy who rescued Jumbo, and who talked to us for such a long time."
Hal laughed scornfully.
"You don't know Dodds Major," he said. "He is not a bit like that. Why, I tell you that he hates girls, and wouldn't take any notice at all of any of you. Why, he is older even than I am."
"So was this boy," said Drusie. "But, of course, if you say that Dodds Major is not nice, they cannot be the same."
"I never said Dodds was not nice," Hal said impatiently. "I only said that he was not the sort of boy to play with girls. I expect that fellow you met this morning was an awful muff."
