"Aren't you very proud of yourself?" she asked.
"I?" answered Christian. "Certainly not."
"Then you ought to be. I never cared for poor old Socrates before. I thought it so tiresome that a man who lived so far back should still be able to worry the girls of the twentieth century. I didn't think it at all necessary to learn about him."
Christian made no reply.
"But you have made him live. Oh, how you spoke, and how your eyes shone!"
"I was interested," said Christian briefly.
Her tone annoyed Star, who began to speak less kindly.
"I wonder," she said, "if what you couldn't find when the Greek history lesson was over has got, in some strange manner, into my possession. You looked for something?"
"Yes; I put a mark in the place, and the mark was gone."
"A piece of paper?"