Amarilly walked home very slowly, trying to think of a way to realize again from the surplice.
"I'm afeerd I won't find a place to rent it right away," she sighed.
Looking up, she saw the Boarder. A slender, shy slip of a girl had his arm, and he was gazing into her intent eyes with a look of adoration.
"Oh, the Boarder is in love!" gasped Amarilly; her responsive little heart leaping in sympathetic interest. "That's why he's wore a blue necktie the last few days. Lord Algernon said that was allers a sure sign."
She tactfully slipped around a corner, unseen by the entranced couple.
That night, as he was lighting his after-supper pipe, the Boarder remarked casually:
"I'd like to rent the surplus fer an hour to-morrer, Amarilly."
"Why, what on airth can you do with it?" was the astonished query.
The Boarder looked sheepish.
"You see, Amarilly, I'm akeepin' stiddy company with a little gal."