“One, two, three,” said Katharine; and she and Mr. Dean, standing in the middle of the room, shouted:
“Rah, rah, rah; rah, rah, rah; rah, rah, rah; I-i-ives!”
While the echoes died, remote sounds betrayed Maggie’s efforts to suppress her mirth.
“Dear me, I do wish I’d been there!” said Mrs. Ives. “It makes me more proud of you than ever, David.”
“Katharine’s a tease,” replied David. “But I shouldn’t have thought it of Mr. Dean.”
After Katharine had gone, Mr. Dean asked David to describe the whole game to him. “Of course,” said the blind man, “Katharine helped me to follow it, but she didn’t know the players, and so we missed some things. That first touchdown, just how was it made?”
So David described the game in detail and afterwards asked Mr. Dean whether it had been on his initiative or on Katharine’s that he had gone.
“Oh, Katharine suggested it. I shouldn’t have imposed myself on her. But she came over here for me and fairly dragged me out of the house; said she knew I wanted to go to David’s game. She’s a nice girl, David.”
“She’s about as good as they come.”
“Was she looking especially pretty to-day, David?”