In the jesting that followed, the doctor and his wife took their departure, leaving the boys to prolong the fun until “lights out” put an end to Leon’s birthday spread.
And when they did go to bed that night, there was not one of them but lay awake for a few moments, thinking over the little talk the doctor had given them, and resolving, in his boyish heart, to be worthy the trust a good man placed in them, worthy to be an honored son of Flemming Hall.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE.
“Oh, do hurry up, Wing!” said Max impatiently.
“Yes, in just a minute,” responded Louis.
“You’ve said that three times already, in the last quarter of an hour; and besides, if you don’t come soon, you’ll crack that glass, see if you don’t.”
“None of your impudence, Max,” returned Louis serenely, while he brushed his coat and then turned his attention to his shoes.
“But you’ll be late.”
“Don’t care if I am. Girls are never ready, and I can’t go looking like an old clo’ man.”