“June Arlington.”
“Well, that’s a pretty name. On my word, she’s the queen to-night. I’d like to meet her.”
“Would you?”
“You bet I would!”
“Perhaps your friend Sparkfair will give you an introduction?”
Hanks chuckled.
“Well, I don’t know about that,” he confessed. “You see, Spark and I have lately been mixed up in an unfortunate tiff. Of course, it doesn’t amount to anything, but he might be narrow and refuse to give me a knockdown to that girl.”
“Have you any other particular friends here this evening?” asked Chet.
“Well, there’s Randall—I know him. He’s a Harvard man. I’m a Harvard man, you understand. I suppose you’re an Eli?”
“Not yet. I expect to enter Yale next fall.”