His breath came in quick gasps.
“I don’t suppose I have the right to know, but is it one of the Gaylor boys you love?”
“No.”
“Well, is it anybody I know?”
“Yes, and he’s an awful thickhead, but—I—I-love—him just the same.”
He turned away in irritation.
“Well, I should think a girl of your intellect would pick out a man with brains, anyway,” he said wrathfully.
“I—I—have, but—at times, he’s such a fool.”
He turned slowly and looked at her in exasperation. The girl’s head had sunk forward, and he heard her sobbing softly.
“Josephine!”