"I gave him a chance all right," I said mournfully.
"And nothing doing?" asked Estelle, sympathetically.
"No--nothing doing, Estelle," I said.
"Well, what do you care?" said my room-mate, determined to comfort me.
"Say, what does any girl want with an old grand-pop like him, anyway?"
I laughed, I don't know why. Somehow, I was _glad_ that Mr. Hamilton
was old. Oh, yes, forty seems old to seventeen.