At this moment Peggy and her companion reached them, and Peggy interrupted Jim in perfect unconcern.
“Katherine, I want you to meet Mr. Bevington, of Amherst college; Mr. Bevington, this is Miss Foster, my room-mate.”
“Awfully pleased to meet you,” murmured the Bevington youth over Katherine’s hand.
“You may not be when you know what your friend, Jim, has volunteered for you,” laughed Katherine.
“It couldn’t make any difference.”
“He’s promised that you and he will carry our cider jug home for us when we get it filled.”
“Has he?” cried Peggy delightedly. “Oh, that’s going to be lovely. It was awfully heavy, Mr. Bevington, when we were dragging it over here. At first it seemed as light as a feather, but before we had traveled a mile it became as heavy and awkward as a cannon ball.”
“So you see,” Katherine turned and laughed up at Bud Bevington, “there’s an awful task ahead of you.”
But of course both young men were delighted to carry any burden for two such charming young ladies, and as they started back toward the mill the talk veered to other subjects and ranged from sports to house dances, when the owner of the mill came up to them.
“Are you the college girls that wanted the cider?” he asked jovially.