“Well, so I did,” said Herb. “If she hadn’t been pretty, I shouldn’t have been dancing with her.”
“Gracious! how my young brother hates himself,” exclaimed Agnes.
“How can I hate myself, when all the girls fall for me so?” asked Herb brazenly.
“Oh, you’re a hopeless kid,” said Agnes, laughing. “Come, Amy, I’m going to bed,” and the two girls said good-night and left the room.
“I guess it’s about time we all turned in,” said Bob. “We’ve had a mighty fine evening, though, and I’m proud of the way our outfit showed up.”
The others felt the same way. They were just about to disperse when Mrs. Fennington entered the room.
“This evening has been so successful,” she said, “that I was wondering if we couldn’t give a concert in aid of the new sanitarium that is being built here. They are greatly in need of money to carry the project on, and I’m sure you would be doing a wonderful thing if you could help it along.”
The boys were for the project at once, and said so.
“But do you think people will pay to hear a radio concert?” asked Herbert.
“Of course they will!” exclaimed his mother. “They pay to hear every other kind of a concert, don’t they? And when they know it is to aid the new sanitarium they will be all the more anxious to come.”