"Yes, it is, that's so. I think I would quit, if I were you. I was just
thinking how silly it is for me to keep on writing to some girls I used
to know. Don't care two cents about 'em. I'm going to cut it out as
soon as I get home. But you will write to me, won't you?"

"Yes, of course." Prudence laughed shyly. "It seems so--well, nice,--to
think of getting letters from you."

"I'll bet there are a lot of nice fellows in Mount Mark, aren't there?"

"Why, no. I can't think of any real nice ones! Oh, they are all right.
I have lots of friends here, but they are--I do not know what! They do
not seem very nice. I wouldn't care if I never saw them again. But they
are good to me."

"Yes, I can grasp that," he said with feeling.

"Is Des Moines just full of beautiful girls?"

"I should say not. I never saw a real beautiful girl in Des Moines in my
life. Or any place else, for that matter,--until I came--You know when
you come right down to it, there are mighty few girls that look--just the
way you want them to look."

Prudence nodded. "That's the way with men, too. Of all the men I have
seen in my life, I never saw one before that looked just the way I wanted
him to."

"Before?" he questioned eagerly.