“Am I not a better prophet than you thought?” he asked one day when Fred and Mary had disappeared.
“I am afraid that you are.”
“Afraid! I beg your pardon, but I do not understand you. I imagined that you would be quite pleased to find that Fred appreciated Miss Sutherland.”
“But she does not appreciate him!”
“You are sure?”
“Positive.”
Dick gave a low whistle. “I never thought of that phase of the subject, I’ll confess. Fred is such a good fellow that I supposed anyone would like him.”
“Mary likes him, but that is all. He certainly cannot vie in interest in her mind with biology.”
“Poor Fred.”
Dolly sprang up. “I am not going to worry about Fred. Mary and he are good friends, and Fred is far too young yet to think of anything else.”