"My dear fellow, you're seeing things! You never heard of politics, I suppose? Nothing can shake us in the schools. 'Cause why? We own the Board by two votes."
Donald regarded him with the strongest disapproval. "Do you know you make me sick?"
"By the way," said Charles, pleasantly, "didn't I see you go by here with Miss Flower the other day? Where did you—"
"Absolutely sick, and I've—"
"Meet up with her, old fellow? Isn't she a—"
"Sick!" roared Donald, and banged the door.
He was a hopeless ignoramus, and Charles was the peer of the greatest authorities, living or dead. But the subject, beyond doubt, was the most complex and baffling in the whole field of Womanology. And Charles, standing and staring at that shut door, was possessed with the odd feeling that Donald had got the best of the argument, after all.
Why must Mary always be as independent as the Declaration, and more militant than a Prussian?