“You, Ephraim?” he cried. “What’s struck you? It doesn’t seem that my talk of a few minutes ago impressed you much.”
“Oh, I’m only jokin’,” protested Gallup, sheepishly.
Frank picked up another letter.
“Now, here is one that makes me weary!” he said, with a show of repugnance. “Listen:
“‘Mr. Frank Merriwell.
“‘Dear Old Chappie: If you want to become acquainted with a jolly girl, meet me to-morrow at 2 P. M. in front of the theater. You will know me by the white pinks I will wear. Don’t be afraid to catch on.
“‘Daisy.’”
“She must be gay, by jee!” gasped Ephraim.
“Bah!” cried Frank, tearing up the letter and flinging it down.
He took another from the table.