“Have you?” said Bernice. “How exciting! Where?”
Now as a matter of fact, Reggie’s experiences were not so numerous as he implied, and most of the times he had been “taken” were failures. So, he only shrugged his shoulders and said, “Oh, I can’t remember. It made so little impression on me.”
Bernice felt snubbed, and showed it by looking cross. Reggie saw this, and saying to himself, “old sourface!” he turned back to Dolly, who sat on his other side.
“Good for you, Reg,” she said in a low tone.
“What for?”
“For being nice to Bernie Forbes. I saw you talking to her. She isn’t so bad, now, is she?”
“Dolly, she’s the limit! and if you say B. F. to me again to-night I’ll—I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” and Dolly laughed at the irate youth.
“I’ll take you out to Berwick Lake and drown you all up!”
“Goodness sake! How ferocious! Well, be sure to ask her for a couple of dances.” Roguish Dolly knew Reg wouldn’t do this, but it did no harm, she thought, to suggest it.