The head-waiter looked a little askance at the red-headed office boy; but Nancy, in her neat outfit, reassured him, and he led them to a table and drew out the chair for the girl.
“Bring us a couple of time-tables so we can pick our eats,” ordered Scorch.
“Hush!” commanded Nancy, blushing a little. “Other people will hear you.”
“That’s what I talk for,” declared the unabashed boy.
“Well, now you’re going to be a real nice boy while you’re with me; aren’t you? They might take you for my brother, and I wouldn’t want to be ashamed of your manners.”
“That’s a hot one!” observed Scorch, admiringly. “You’re not so slow after all, Nancy.”
“Miss Nancy, please,” corrected the girl, smiling at him.
“Say! but you are particular.”
“I believe you know how to conduct yourself much better than you appear,” said the girl, looking at him seriously.
“Discovered!” mocked the red-haired one, grinning. “But it’s hard work to be proper.”