Eileen's mind worked with unbelievable swiftness.

She tore at her subject like a vulture tearing at a feast, and like a vulture she reached the vitals swiftly.

She prefaced her question with a dry laugh.

Then she leaned forward and asked softly: "Linda, dear, why haven't you told me ?" Linda's eyes were so clear and honest as they met Eileen's that she almost hesitated.
"A little more explicit, please," said the girl quietly.
"WHO IS HE ?" asked Eileen abruptly.
"Oh, I haven't narrowed to an individual," said Linda largely "You have noticed a flock of boys following me from school and hanging around the front door?
I have such hosts to choose from that it's going to take a particularly splendid knight on a snow-white charger--I think 'charger' is the proper word--to capture my young affections." Eileen was satisfied.

There wasn't any he.