I sighed.
"I gave him a chance all right," I said mournfully.
"And nothing doing?" asked Estelle, sympathetically.
"No—nothing doing, Estelle," I said.
"Well, what do you care?" said my room-mate, determined to comfort me. "Say, what does any girl want with an old grand-pop like him, anyway?"
I laughed, I don't know why. Somehow, I was glad that Mr. Hamilton was old. Oh, yes, forty seems old to seventeen.
XVIII
I don't know whether it was the effect of Mr. Hamilton's visit or not, but I was not so contented after that. Things about the Y. W. C. A. that I had not noticed before now irritated me.