The girls talked the subject over more fully, and the matter was finally left entirely in Mary's hands. A sudden recollection struck Dolly. "No wonder that you did not care to have me introduce you to Professor Newton that first evening; do you remember? And of course she had saved a place at her table purposely for you. Mary Sutherland, if I supposed you repeated to her all the nonsense that you have heard me talk about her, I should never let you return to college alive." Mary smiled, not very much overcome by the threat. "You always say nice things about her; now, if it had been Professor Arnold--you really don't like her at all." "Of course I don't. An angel from heaven couldn't suit Professor Arnold when it comes to a Latin translation. But just to think how I have gushed over Professor Newton. Mary Sutherland, have you ever told her the silly things I have said?" "You might know that I would not repeat anything that would displease Aunt Mary." Dolly looked at her sharply. "You are evading my questions, Mary Sutherland. I just know that you have told Professor Newton how I have gushed over her, and how deeply in love with her I am. Don't try to fool me. I will never, never tell anything to you again. Don't talk to me about unsophisticated girls from the country, they are deeper than any city girl I ever saw." And Dolly settled back in her seat with a look of vengeance in her eyes, that did not disturb Mary in the least. It was very true that Dolly had fallen deeply in love with Professor Newton, after the harmless fashion that students have. Her lessons for Professor Newton were faultlessly prepared, and while she was a good student in all her chosen studies, she absolutely shone in Professor Newton's classes. There was something very attractive about this teacher. She understood girls and knew how to deal with them. She had written a couple of textbooks herself, and it was generally understood among the students that she had supported herself when attending college. Yet she had not become hard or bitter. Her face was strong, but sweet, and her own experience made her very tender toward those girls who were trying to win an education against great odds. It was to this aunt that Mary Sutherland went, knowing that she could trust her implicitly to do the very best for all concerned.