“And those deep blue eyes?” questioned Ned.
“I have not seen his eyes—close by,” admitted Tavia, “but with his hair, they must be deep blue,” and she looked entranced at the very thought of the “deep blue orbs.”
“Why, I haven’t seen this—Adonis,” said Dorothy, interested. “When might a body lay eyes on his perfection?”
“He goes along the river road every morning,” Tavia informed her companion, with great importance.
“And he carries a small leather case, like a doctor’s satchel—only different?” went on Nat.
“You have certainly observed him closely,” declared Tavia, still cherishing the importance of her “great find.”
“So do I,” added Ned.
“Oh, who is he?” implored Tavia, “Do introduce us!”
“Just as you like,” assented Ned, “But he is only a boy—goes to school in Ferndale every day.”