"By George," said Dink, open-mouthed, "you are the strangest person I ever met in my life!"
She colored a little at this, and said hastily:
"I beg your pardon; I didn't realize what I was saying."
"You may be right, too." He rose and walked a little, thinking it over. He stopped suddenly and turned to her. "Why do you think I'm not 'real'?"
"I don't believe you have begun to think yet."
"Why not?"
"Because—well, because you are too popular, too successful. It's all come too easily. You've had nothing to test you. There's nothing so much alike as the successful men here."
"You are very old for your years," he said, plainly annoyed.
"No; I listen. Bob and Dad say the same thing."