Immediately she said:
“Well, June, if Miss Tartington gives permission I will come.”
CHAPTER VI.
A RISING CLOUD.
June’s party came off as arranged, and a jolly party it proved to be. Besides the members of the baseball team, Darrell, Smart, and one or two others were invited. Obediah Tubbs was on deck, with his “weather eye” peeled for pie. Chip Jolliby, stammering and awkward, yet bubbling with good nature, provided considerable amusement. There were games of various sorts, card-playing, music, and singing. Billy Bradley found a jolly little black-eyed girl, who interested him immensely, and to whom he gave pronounced attention. He was trying to entertain her when Ted Smart drifted up.
“When do the drinkables float on?” inquired Ted. “I suppose they are going to have lemonade, or fruit punch, or something? It’s about time.” He pulled out his watch and looked at it. “By the way,” he chirped, “why should a thirsty man always carry a watch?”
“’Anged hif Hi ’now!” confessed Billy. “’E surely can’t drink hout hof hit.”
“Why not?” chuckled Ted. “Every watch has a spring inside.”
At this the little dark-eyed girl laughed heartily, while Billy slowly scratched his head, a puzzled look on his face.
“Hi suppose that’s one hof your blooming Hamerican jokes!” he half growled. “Still Hi dunno ’ow ’e can get a drink hout hof hit.”
“Oh, Mr. Bradley!” laughed the girl. “How funny you are!”