"Ain't he fine?" She hoped to forestall criticism.
"Yes, I think he's fine. He makes me think of Professor Jenks."
"A-hugh! so he does me. Say Rose, I'm going to tell you something, don't you ever tell, will you?"
"Why no—of course not."
"Hope to die?"
"Hope to die, hands crossed."
"Well!"
"Well?"
"I came here to board because he was here."
"Why, Mary Compton!"