CHAPTER II
HUGH wrote two letters before he went to bed, one to his mother and father and the other to Helen Simpson. His let¬ ter to Helen was very brief, merely a request for her photograph.
Then, his mind in a whirl of excitement, he went to bed and lay awake dreaming, thinking of Carl, the college, and, most of all, of Helen and his walk with her the day before.
He had called on her to say good-by. They had been “going together” for a year, and she was gen¬ erally considered his girl. She was a pretty child with really beautiful brown hair, which she had foolishly bobbed, lively blue eyes, and an absurdly tiny snub nose. She was little, with quick, eager hands—a shallow creature who was proud to be seen with Hugh because he had been captain of the high-school track team. But she did wish that he was n’t so slow. Why, he had kissed her only once, and that had been a silly peck on the cheek. Perhaps he was just shy, but sometimes she was al¬
most sure that he was “plain dumb.”
