"In a way he is my protege.

Then, too, he is my first boy friend--but not exactly friend; rather protege and friend combined.

Sometimes, too, when he frightens me, it seems that he is a bulldog I have taken for a plaything, like some of the 'frat' girls, and he is tugging hard, and showing his teeth, and threatening to break loose." Again her mother waited.
"He interests me, I suppose, like the bulldog.

And there is much good in him, too; but there is much in him that I would not like in--in the other way.

You see, I have been thinking.