“It isn’t whether you like Dr. Filter, or not, but you can’t get away from it—like a relative who comes to live in your house,” said Pidge.
“That’s a center shot,” Dicky thoughtfully remarked.
She found herself asking about Rufus Melton. Dicky didn’t know much, but was intensely pleased over her reaction to his latest artistic find.... Pidge never lacked opinions, even verdicts, nor the energy to express them when Dicky was around. They forgot Rufus Melton, and out-generaled time in discussing Miss Claes.
“Every little while as she talks, I feel as if I were going through a tunnel,” he said. “Of course, I admire her, and all that, but sometimes I can’t help asking myself, like the others, if she is really right——”
“The more ignorant one is, the more crazy he thinks Miss Claes,” Pidge observed.
“Another bull’s-eye. Wait till I set up the target again, Pidge. But is it because she’s Hindu—that she’s so different?”
“She isn’t Hindu. She’s English.”
“I asked her.”
“So did I.”
“She’ll have to referee this herself,” Dicky hastily put in.