"Not a very nice kind, either." Dick was much put out, for he did not like any young man to stare at Dora.
Ashton was soon left behind, and carriage and buggy bowled along slowly over a country road lined on either side with trees and bushes and tidy farms.

Under the trees Dick allowed his horse to drop into a walk, and managed to drive with one hand while the other found Dora's waist and held it.
"Dick, somebody might see you!" she half whispered.
"Well, I can't help it, Dora," he answered, "It's been such a long time since we met." "Yes, it seems like years and years, doesn't it ?" "And to think we've got to go through college before--before we can--" "Yes, but Dick, isn't it splendid that we are going to be so close to each other?
Why, we'll be able to meet lots of times!" "If the seminary authorities will let you.

I understand they are very strict." "Oh, well, we'll meet anyhow, won't we ?" "If you say so, dear." "Why, yes, dear--that is--Oh, now see what you've done!--knocked my hat right down on my ear! Now, you mustn't--one is enough! Just suppose another carriage should come up--with somebody in it from the seminary ?" "I've got my eye open," answered Dick.

"But just one more--and then you can fix your hat.

They've got to make some allowance for folks that are engaged," he added softly, as he pressed her cheek close to his own.
"Are we engaged, Dick ?" she asked as she adjusted her hat.
"Aren't we ?" he demanded.