"Not crew?"
"No."
"Baseball?"
"'Varsity pitcher," he nodded, surprised.
"Then this is the third time I've seen you.... I wonder what it is about you——" She remained silent, watching him burying her water bottles in the cool marl.
When all was in order, he smiled, made her a little formal bow, and evinced a disposition to retire and leave her in possession.
"I thought we were going to work at once!" she said uneasily. "I am quite ready." And, as he did not seem to comprehend, "I was going to help you to examine the little caterpillars, one by one; and the minute I saw anything trying to bite them I was going to call you. Didn't you understand?" she added wistfully.
"That will be fine!" he said, with an enthusiasm very poorly controlled.[42]
"You will show me where the little creatures are hiding, won't you?"
"Indeed I will! Here they are, all about us!" He made a sweeping gesture over the low undergrowth of scrub-palmetto; and the next moment: