"You only wanted my hands," queried the boy, trying to catch a glimpse of her face. "I wish you had wanted me for some other—"
Teola stood with the long wooden spoon twirling in her fingers.
"I did want you for yourself, Dan—"
And then she stopped and nothing could be heard but the click, click, click, of the toffy as it snapped to and fro in the huge fingers of the student.
"I'm mighty glad that I chose Cornell for my college," broke in the boy presently. "I thought first of going to Yale.... And you're pleased, too, Teola, that I came to Ithaca? Aren't you?"
"Very glad," came the low voice distinctly.
"And I've never been so ambitious in all my life as I have since I've been here, and known you, and I was wondering to-day if—if—"
Frederick's voice broke off the words; his big form loomed in the doorway before Dan could finish his sentence.
"Haven't you kids finished that toffy? Better let me help, too."