After a little their conversation drifted onto the subject of college sports, and Inza suddenly said: "I am so glad you are not playing football this season, Frank." "Glad?" questioned Frank, surprised. "Why?" "Oh, just because--because--I am." This was unlike Inza. She had ever taken a great interest in manly sports and games, and, in the old days at Fardale, her smiles and encouraging words had fired him with enthusiasm to do his best in many a contest. "I don't think I understand you," he said, slowly. "You used to be glad for quite the other reason." "But--but it's different now." "How?" "Oh, I can't tell; but it is." "Well, Inza, I have not played football this season, but I am thinking of playing in the two principal games--the ones with Harvard and Princeton." Inza appeared startled. "Don't do it, Frank--don't play football this year!" she exclaimed. "Promise me that you will not." "Oh, I can't do that, Inza. Yale is not as strong as she should be this fall, and, if I can do anything to help her win, I feel that I must." Inza secured both his hands, leaned toward him, and looked straight into his eyes, as she deliberately asked: "If I didn't want you to play, would you do so?" Frank's position was rather unpleasant, and he showed confusion. "If there was a reason why you did not want me to play----" "There is." "Tell it to me." "Not now--sometime. But I want you to promise me that you will not go on the field this season. Will you promise?" In her dark eyes there was a command, as well as an entreaty. He felt that he could not resist her if he looked into those eyes, and he turned his head away. Instantly Inza sprang up. "I think we had better go, Aunt Abby," she exclaimed. Frank was on his feet instantly. "Now, Inza," he exclaimed, "I know you are angry. It seems to me that you are unreasonable. If you would tell me why you don't want me to play, I--I----" "It is very plain that I have been mistaken in you," she said, severely. "I thought of you when my father was trying to force me into marriage with an Englishman with a title--and I ran away from the Englishman. Perhaps, if I had known you would refuse me such a little thing as this--perhaps I might have married that odious old Englishman out of spite!" Her eyes flashed, and she stamped her small foot. She was right; he felt it. She had done much for him, and truly he might please her in this matter. Marline could play full-back all right, and it was no more than fair that Marline should have a chance. He had not intended to play football, but Halliday had tried to drag him into it. "Don't be angry, Inza," he said. "Let's talk it over. Perhaps I will promise." "I have talked enough," she said, without relenting. "If you care for me as I fancied you did, you will promise without another word." One more moment of hesitation, and then Frank said: "That settles it--I promise." "You will not play football this season?" "No." "You are a dear, good boy!"