"He doesn't seem like the same boy at all," she said sadly, after explaining. "I can't imagine what has caused the change in him."
Everett remembered Shellington's face as it had bent over Fledra, and smiled slightly.
"Have you ever thought lately that he might be in love?"
"In love!" gasped Ann. "No, I know that he isn't; for it was only at the time of the Dryden Fair that he told me he cared for no one."
"He might have changed since then," Everett said quizzically.
"But he hasn't met anyone lately," argued Ann. "I know it isn't Katherine; for—for he told me so."
"I know someone he met at the fair."
Ann, startled, glanced up.
"Who? Do tell me, Everett! Don't stand there and smile so provokingly. If you could only understand how I have worried over him!"
Brimbecomb put on a grave face.