"I guess not," Sally replied; "not after you appeared, anyway. You needn't distress yourself. I remember that I used to look upon Dick and Everett with adoration, as a little girl. They were my ideals. When they carried me home, after the kite accident, I was in the seventh heaven. But there was nothing, even then. No, Dick is all yours, as far as I am concerned." Henrietta breathed a sigh. "Well, I'm glad to be sure of it. But, Sally," she continued, with a doubtful glance, as if she were a little afraid of Sally and of what she was about to ask, "how about Everett? Was there ever--?" Sally laughed again suddenly. "No, there wasn't. Everett never looked at me." "But, Sally," Henrietta persisted, "it isn't so now. Does he--you aren't engaged, are you, Sally?" she asked softly, glancing up timidly under her long lashes. Sally seemed to be in haste to reply. "Oh, no," she said. "Oh, no. I am not likely to be. I suppose you mean Everett." "Yes, I did," returned Henrietta. She showed some surprise. "Why? Is there anybody else?" "No, oh, no," Sally answered more hastily than before. "There isn't. As far as I can see, I am scheduled to teach for the rest of my life." "Are you quite sure, Sally?" Henrietta urged. "Isn't there _anybody_? Not even somebody that you wish--" Sally was getting rather red. "No, no, Henrietta," she said, interrupting. "Now that's enough about my affairs of the heart. It's a little embarrassing to be questioned so closely, dear." "I'm sure I beg your pardon, Sally," cried Henrietta impulsively. "I didn't mean to be. Now, _I_ am just dying to be questioned closely. Try me." "I don't know what to ask," said Sally, smiling. "I would if I did." Henrietta sighed. "You're very disappointing, Sally. If you were really interested you would know." She sighed again. "But, anyway, you'll be what I want you to be at my wedding, won't you?" "Indeed, I will. I'll be anything you want me to be." She laughed a little. "But I warn you that I shall need coaching. What do I have to do?" "Nothing much. You'll have all the coaching you need. You know it's going to be at Fox's house. He's going to open it for the occasion." "Only for the occasion?" Sally spoke coldly; so coldly that her voice did not sound natural. "I rather gathered, from a remark that he made a while ago, that he contemplated matrimony, too." "Fox get married?" Henrietta was genuinely surprised. "Well, it's news to me. Who's to be my sister-in-law? Did he say?" Sally shook her head. "I supposed it was probably Margaret Savage." "Oh!" cried Henrietta. "I hope not." Then she seemed to be ashamed of her outburst and sat, swinging her feet and looking wistfully at Sally. "I had hoped," she observed at last, "that, when Fox's time came, it would be--" She stopped and considered. "I hoped that it would be--not Margaret Savage, Sally." Sally made no reply.