Mabel Mischief and Hattie Hazle were with the party. They bowed to Frank. A flush came into Bart’s cheeks as his eyes rested on Mabel.
“Jove!” he muttered. “What a stunning girl!”
“Which one?” asked Merry.
“The one with light hair.”
“Keep away! I met her first.”
“Then I haven’t a show,” came ruefully from Bart. “I don’t suppose you will introduce a fellow?”
“Well, did I ever refuse anything of the kind? When the opportunity comes, I will introduce you.”
Bart watched for the opportunity. He saw Mabel and Hattie racing for the lead, laughing as they did so. Hattie won, and Mabel stopped trying, so that Frank soon was at her side. Then Bart pushed forward so that he was abreast of them and coughed. Frank took the hint, and the desired introduction followed. Bart lifted his cap gracefully.
Walter Wallace had kept his eyes on Mabel, and he muttered something under his breath as he saw the introduction. Then he pushed forward and spoke to her.
“Good-evening, Miss Mischief,” said Wallace. “I thought you said you could not come with us to-night?”