"I've heard a lot about you since you wore braids—"
"Wasn't it funny this afternoon—"
Both stopped. Isabelle turned to Amory shyly. Her face was always enough answer for any one, but she decided to speak.
"How—from whom?"
"From everybody—for all the years since you've been away." She blushed appropriately. On her right Froggy was hors de combat already, although he hadn't quite realized it.
"I'll tell you what I remembered about you all these years," Amory continued. She leaned slightly toward him and looked modestly at the celery before her. Froggy sighed—he knew Amory, and the situations that Amory seemed born to handle. He turned to Sally and asked her if she was going away to school next year. Amory opened with grape-shot.
"I've got an adjective that just fits you." This was one
