“Well, she’s right,” said Amy, coming to the defense of her sister. “What is there that’s better than dancing?”
“Oh, the world’s full of better things,” declared Herb. “But there’s no use my trying to tell you what they are, I suppose.”
“You can’t tell ’em anything,” chuckled Jimmy. “They won’t believe you if you do.”
“If we believed all the fairy stories Herb has told us, we’d have to be pretty silly,” said Agnes.
“Well, you’re both pretty, anyway,” said Joe gallantly.
“Thank you,” said Agnes. “That’s more than Herb would say in a hundred years.”
“I heard him saying that to one of the girls he was dancing with this evening,” said Bob slyly. “How about it, Herb?”
“Aw, you didn’t anything of the kind,” declared Herb, but he betrayed himself by blushing furiously.
“Poor old Herb,” said Joe. “He must be pretty hard hit. What do you think, Bob?”
“Looks that way to me,” answered Bob. “He sounded as though he meant it, anyway.”