"Oh, I'll soon get over it, I suppose." Jessie gave a sigh. "Tell me about your doings, Dave. I suppose you are having hard work at school and like to get out and meet some of your Oakdale friends."
"Why, yes, I like to get out sometimes."
"Those seem to be very nice girls."
"Yes, they are. Phil is quite fond of one of them, too."
"Which one?"
"Mary Feversham. We became acquainted with them in quite an odd way," and he told of the big snowball and the ice-boat.
"That Vera Rockwell seems to think a great deal of you, Dave."
"Do you think so? Well, I think she is a nice"
"Dave, there is the expressman now! " called out Phil, from his position near a window.
"Come on, if you want to find out about that package."
"All right," answered Dave, and for the time being he forgot all about what he was going to say to Jessie—that he thought Vera nice but not as nice as Jessie herself—something which might have gone a long way toward heading off the trouble that was brewing.
For boys and girls will often think a great deal of each other—and a heartache at fourteen or six-
