“I don't blame you. I'm daffy about Professor Burgess myself.”
“He's got the grandest voice, Vic has!”
“I just adore Greek!”
“I think Vic is splendid!”
So the exclamations ran.
“Now, Norrie Wream, cross your heart, hope you may die, if big, handsome Victor Burleigh had his corners knocked off, and he was sandpapered down a little, and had money, wouldn't you feel a whole lot different about him, Norrie?”
“I certainly would. I couldn't help it.”
Norrie's eyes were shining and her cheeks were pink as peach blossoms. To Vic she seemed exquisitely beautiful.
“But now?” somebody queried.
“Oh, now, she'll be sensible, and the Professor will take advantage of 'now.' He won't wait till it's too late. Great hat! there goes the bell.”