She seems to like being here--I know she likes me--I'm pretty sure she's just as pleased to get a little holiday from Sally and Harry--she amuses herself--she falls in with any plan I want to make, and yet--" And yet Dale was not happy--Miss Cornelia felt sure of it.

"It isn't natural for a girl to seem so lackluster and--and quiet--at her age and she's nervous, too--as if something were preying on her mind--particularly these last few days.

If she were in love with somebody--somebody Sally didn't approve of particularly--well, that would account for it, of course--but Sally didn't say anything that would make me think that--or Dale either--though I don't suppose Dale would, yet, even to me.

I haven't seen so much of her in these last two years--" Then Miss Cornelia's mind seized upon a sentence in a hurried flow of her sister's last instructions--a sentence that had passed almost unnoticed at the time--something about Dale and "an unfortunate attachment--but of course, Cornelia, dear, she's so young--and I'm sure it will come to nothing now her father and I have made our attitude plain!" "Pshaw--I bet that's it," thought Miss Cornelia shrewdly.

"Dale's fallen in love, or thinks she has, with some decent young man without a penny or an 'eligibility' to his name--and now she's unhappy because her parents don't approve--or because she's trying to give him up and finds she can't.