“Learning is doing!”
“That’s what Oxford people think,” she said defiantly. “I don’t agree with them.”
“What do you mean by ‘doing’?”
Connie poked an imaginary fire.
“Making myself happy”—she said slowly, “and—and a few other people!”
Sorell laughed again. Then rising to take his leave, he stooped over her.
“Make me happy by undoing that stroke of yours at Boar’s Hill!”
Connie raised herself, and looked at him steadily.
Then gravely and decisively she shook her head.
“Not at all! I shall keep an eye on it!—so must you!”