“Yes,” she said reflectively, “I really like him very much. But I don’t wonder that you don’t get on together. The only thing either of you sees in the other is the thing he particularly hates.” She laughed softly. “But rolled together you’d be simply immense.” “Call it three hundred and sixty pounds,” he said. “Yes, that’s big; as big as Melville Sponley.” “As big as Mr. Sponley thinks he is,” she rejoined. “And that’s a very different thing. I hate that man. I wouldn’t trust him behind a--a ladder!” They had reached the Bagsburys’ house, and Dick held out her hand to him. “Good night,” she said. “I wish you were coming in. Thank you for walking home with me.” But Jack Dorlin hesitated. “I wish you would tell me, Dick, whether you mean to settle down here to live with the Bagsburys, or whether this is just a visit. If I camp down here near by, and get my piano and my books, and the rest of my truck comfortably set up just before you pack your things and flit away, it’ll leave me feeling rather silly.” She laughed, “Why, they want me to stay, and I think I will. I think I’ll try rolling you and Uncle John together. Good night.” She let herself into the house with a latch-key and hurried upstairs to her room; but before she could reach it, she was intercepted in the upper hall by her aunt. “Dick!” she exclaimed, “where have you been? I was beginning to be dreadfully worried about you.” For reply, Dick turned so that the light from the chandelier shone full in her face. “Look at me,” she commanded. “Look at me closely, and see if you think there is any good in worrying over a great--healthy--animal--like me.” She shook her head at every pause, and the little drops of melted snow that beaded her tumbled hair came rolling down her face; and then, slowly, she smiled. When Dick smiled, even on others of her sex, that put an end to argument. Alice Bagsbury laughed a little, patted her arm affectionately, and said: “Well, you’re awfully wet, anyway, so run along and put on some dry things. And John is home, and we’re going to have dinner right away, so you’ll have to hurry.” “I’ll be down,” said Dick, pausing as if for an exact calculation, “in--eight minutes. Will that do?” Her aunt nodded and laughed again, and went downstairs, while Dick, laying her watch on her dressing table, prepared to justify her arithmetic.