"No, you haven't. I enjoyed it."

"Did you really? Yes, I guess you did or you wouldn't say so. You don't
act like a girl that pretends. By George! It's a relief to have someone
to talk to, someone that understands and appreciates what a fellow is
thinking about. Most girls want to talk football and dancing and all
that. I like football immensely and dancing too, but there is something
else in life. Even Sam--he's as good as they make but he doesn't care to
listen to anything serious--that is, not long."

Mary considered. "I enjoyed listening," she said, "and I was glad to
hear you liked South Harniss and my uncles."

On the way home, after the service, it was Sam Keith who escorted Mary,
while Mrs. Wyeth walked with Mr. Smith. Sam's conversation was not
burdened with seriousness. Hockey, dances, and good times were the
subjects he dealt with. Was his companion fond of dancing? Would she
accompany him to one of the club dances some time? They were great fun.
Mrs. Wyeth could chaperon them, of course.

Mary said she was afraid she would be too busy to accept. As a matter
of fact, knowing what she did of his mother's feelings, she would have
accepted no invitations from Sam Keith even if nothing else prevented
her doing so.

"My studies take a good deal of my time," she said.

Sam laughed. "You'll get over that," he declared. "I studied like blue
blazes my freshman year, but after that--I should worry. Say, I'm
mighty glad I came over here today. I'm coming again. I'll be a regular