"Yes, I am," she said point blank. "Why didn't you tell me what you were planning?"
"I didn't dare," he said frankly. "You wouldn't have approved."
"Of course I wouldn't. It was ridiculous. Why shouldn't you be the captain?"
"There were reasons," he said seriously. "I should not have had a united team back of me—oh, I know it."
"Absurd," she said with some heat. "You should have gone out and made them follow you. Really, it's too absurd, renouncing everything. Here's the Junior Prom; every one says you would have led the class if you'd have stood for it."
"Yes, and it's just because a lot of fellows thought they knew my whole game of democracy that I wouldn't stand for it."
She grew quite angry. He had never seen her so stirred.
"Stuff and nonsense. What do you care for their opinion? You should be captain and chairman of the Prom, but you renounce everything—you seem to delight in it. It's too absurd; it's ridiculous. It's like Don Quixote riding around."
He was hurt at this, and his face showed it.