Hilda. So am I. Do you think Herbert cares for her?
Jamie. Oh, I don't know. I'm not very well acquainted with him. He's always stuck in that musty old laboratory. I don't see him often. I'd never have thought of including him in the picnic, to-day, if you hadn't suggested it.
Hilda. Oh, well, there wasn't any one else; I couldn't go and leave Minnie. He'd called here two or three times, and he took her to the Forty Club once; I thought he'd do.
Jamie. He did, I guess. They hadn't much to say to each other, but maybe they had a good time all the same.
Hilda. Well, you know, she never has very much to say, nor he either, for that matter.
Jamie. I know it; all I could think of, seeing them up in front of the boat, was a pair of owls.
Hilda. Don't make fun of them, Jamie. Minnie's awfully bright. Why she's made up her mind to come back next year and take her Master's degree. Think of that!
Jamie. Is that so? I wonder if Herbert's coming too.
Hilda. I don't know. I've never heard him say. I don't believe Minnie knows either. He's a splendid student, too. [Anxiously.] I don't see why in the world they don't come. Jamie, maybe they've had an accident!
Jamie. Oh, no, they haven't. That old giraffe of theirs couldn't run away. They're walking up from the livery now, like as not, just as we did. They'll be here in a minute. Maybe we came in faster than we thought. It's a good ten miles, and with their horse it would take 'em half again as long as it did us.