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I'm going to investigate him every chance I get." Dorothy Minster liked him, too: "He's such a regular boy at times," she explained; "I do love to see him without his hat sauntering along beside me--and not talking every minute when you don't wish to talk.

Friends," she added--"true friends are most eloquent in their mutual silence.
Ahem!" Eileen Erroll, standing near on the pitching raft, listened intently, but curiously enough said nothing either in praise or blame.
"He is exactly the right age," insisted Gladys--as though somebody had said he was not--"the age when a man is most interesting." The Minster twins twiddled their legs and looked sentimentally at the ocean.