“Then why do you keep him dangling after you?”
“I don’t know.” And picking up her fan, Lisa went out.
“I’d know,” thought Persis, nodding her head with decision. And getting down from the bed, where she had perched herself that Lisa might have full swing, she began to gather up her books and papers. “Now for the midnight oil,” she said, and she had but just gone to bed when Lisa returned.
Some weeks later Basil came in with the announcement that the spring meeting of the college athletic association would soon take place.
“I want to have a real jolly party to go from here,” he said to Mrs. Holmes. “Won’t you let Perse go? I am going to get a three-seated conveyance that will hold nine of us, so we can drive out in fine style, and then we want to go to the Inn for supper.”
“Who else will be in the party?” asked Mrs. Holmes.
“I should like to have Lisa and Persis, and Annis Brown. Walter Dixon is coming on, and I think—at least, I’d like to ask Mr. Dan to go.”
Mrs. Holmes continued her sewing, thoughtfully. “Who will chaperon the party?” she asked.
“Why, I don’t know. Won’t you, Mrs. Holmes?”
“I think a nice plan would be to invite your aunt, Mrs. Dixon, to come on with Walter. We are all so fond of her, and she was so kind to Persis, it would be a great pleasure to us to have her here.”