“Yes, do!” urged Hattie, riding up on the other side of Frank. “I am awfully curious now. I am dead stuck on anything romantic.”
“How about slang, Hattie?” asked Mabel.
“Goodness! I forgot! You see, Mr. Merriwell, we have taken the pledge never, never to use slang any more, and you can bet we are going to keep it!”
Then, as both Frank and Mabel laughed, she realized what she said, and her face grew crimson.
“It’s awful!” she declared. “But we girls picked up those things at school, and we find it hard to get rid of them.”
“Tell us about Mr. Diamond,” urged Mabel.
“Yes, please,” entreated Hattie.
“You tempt me, girls,” confessed Frank; “but I do not believe in giving away a friend. Excuse me for that bit of slang, but nothing else seems to express my meaning so perfectly. I can tell you nothing of Mr. Diamond’s love affairs.”
“Then he has an affair?” exclaimed Hattie. “I knew it! Now I wonder if he is so constant that he absolutely will not flirt? If he is, he’s the first fellow I ever saw taken that way. You try him, Mabel.”
“I will if I get a good opportunity,” said Miss Mischief; “and then if he does flirt, I’ll tell him what I think of him. I’d like to find one fellow who would be constant.”