"Did you quarrel with him?"
"Oh, no. I may have displeased him, but I have no idea how I did it."
She spoke very easily, not flushing at all, meeting his eyes frankly; she was concealing nothing, there was nothing to be concealed. Marjorie was a little girl still. Was he glad or sorry? Would he find her grown up when he came back next time?
"Do you like school as well as you thought you would?" he asked, with a change of tone.
He would not be "nonsensical" any longer.
"Better! A great deal better," she said, enthusiastically.
"What are you getting ready for?"
"Semper fiddelis. Don't you remember our motto? I am getting ready to be always faithful. There's so much to be faithful in, Morris. I am learning new things every day."
He had no reply at hand. How that innocent ring burned in his pocket! And he had thought she would accept that motto from him.
"I am not the first fellow that has gone through this," he comforted himself grimly. "I will not throw it overboard; she will listen next time."