"It's so good of you both to call!" gushed the widow, girlishly. "We'll have a real lovely little chat."
Professor Scotch started back as he caught sight of his rival, and the two glared at each other. Then Scotch growled:
"You here?"
"Yes, sir," squeaked Jenks, defiantly. "Who's got a better right, I'd like to know?"
"But I'd have you to understand I was invited."
"So was I."
"But I received an invitation from this particular lady."
"So did I."
"Set right down on the sofy, Professor Scotch," urged Nancy. "We'll pop some corn, and eat some apples, and be real sociabul."
"Madame," said the little man, with great dignity, "I think there is some mistake."