“Whatoldman？“demandedJo，thinkinghemustmeanhisgrandfather。
“ThatdevilishProfessoryouwerealwayswritingabout。
Ifyousayyoulovehim，IknowIshalldosomethingdesperate。“
Andhelookedasifhewouldkeephisword，asheclenchedhishandswithawrathfulsparkinhiseyes。
Jowantedtolaugh，butrestrainedherselfandsaidwarmly，forshetoo，wasgettingexcitedwithallthis，“Don’tswear，Teddy!Heisn’told，noranythingbad，butgoodandkind，andthebestfriendI’vegot，nexttoyou。Pray，don’tflyintoapassion。Iwanttobekind，butIknowIshallgetangryifyouabusemyProfessor。Ihaven’ttheleastideaoflovinghimoranybodyelse。“