“Be sensible, Larry,” she pouted, drilling holes in the gravel walk with the end of her stick. “All’s fair in love and war.”
“I know it is hard on you,” he said. “But it is better that we make our own way. I can work and support you.”
“And give up everything?” she asked with open eyes. “Ridiculous!”
“You will have to wait a year—maybe two years,” the boy said softly.
“Helen!” Harry Baldwin called sharply from the group near the automobile. “We are waiting.”
“Coming in a moment,” she cried back gaily. “Don’t be foolish, Larry,” she added.
“You will not forget? You will wait for me?” he asked holding her hand.
“They are looking, Larry,” she said, drawing her hand away. “Be sensible.”
“You will wait?”
“Coming,” she cried as Harry called again, and then hurriedly. “Yes, yes—now be sensible and make up with Major Lawrence.”