Jimmy Mason, afraid to trust himself to the expression of his thoughts in the presence of ladies, was about to vanish gracefully, but Van Dyke caught sight of them.
"Hello, fellows. Hear you had a frost in San Diego," cried he.
"You must be very much better—able to be moved, I notice," with a look in Jimmy's eyes that pointed to future trouble.
"Oh," said the Freshman, "almost recovered. I've had the very best of care—and a very satisfactory nurse," and for the last time, in this story, he gazed into those Andalusian eyes.
"But not the nurse we engaged," said the aggrieved Perkins.
"No," said Van, "this young lady was engaged only last evening."
"S-sh," said Señora Payson, pointing to the open window, "Papa may hear you."