But she was unattached and frightfully pretty and always ready for any fun that was going, and she liked him more than the others, and he liked being liked, and although not hopelessly in love was ready and willing and even anxious to be walked on if she would acknowledge his existence in no other way.

It was none of his business, he told himself, to speculate as to what she was trying to hide away in the back of her mind, from herself as well as from everybody else.

This was his last vacation as a Yale man, and he was all out to make the most of it.
As soon as he was at her side she ran her hand through his arm and fell into step.

The shadow had passed, and her eyes were dancing again.

"It appears that the Hosacks turn up their exclusive noses at the club dances," she said.