“Does Roger know it?” asked Marion’s father.
“Roger always knows everything and looks as if he knew nothing,” replied the motherly voice; “I think he was relieved when Don went away.”
“You think she will soon get over it?” her father asked. It would have broken Marion’s heart to hear the solicitude in her father’s voice.
“I’m afraid there’s no ‘over it’ for a girl like her; but she is plucky enough to get through it; the worst of it is, Don is such a fine fellow.”
“He had no right to care for her—” her father began angrily.
“He couldn’t help that,” argued her mother.
“Then he should care more, and be a man, and speak his mind—”
“I think he must care for some one else; if he hadn’t he couldn’t resist Marion.”
“Marion is like other girls,” said Marion’s father impatiently; “not a whit prettier—”
“No, not prettier,” she assented, with protest in her tone.