"It's Ronald's problem," smiled the mother. "He will have to manage it in his own way."
"But aren't you glad?"
"I am—very glad, if everything turns out well. But it won't be easy. Nancy is in a difficult position, and she is young."
"Everything must turn out well," vowed Elizabeth. "Do you think Nancy likes him?"
"Nancy is a very inexperienced child. How can she know what she likes?"
"She's older than we are," Helen protested.
Mrs. Ferris smiled again.
"You are only children yourselves."
"Pooh, mother," the daughter exclaimed, "don't talk stuff like that to us. You ought to know better. Even Pat wouldn't swallow such old-fashioned language. What do you really think about Nancy? Does she like Ronald?"
"I should not be surprised if she did," Mrs. Ferris conceded, with the amused, secretive look which convinced them that she was stating only half of what she had seen.