“For Sim?”
“Yes,” exclaimed Arden, indicating the blushing Miss Westover. “She threatens to leave college because she can’t go in the pool.”
“Arden!” rebuked Sim.
“Then you will let us notify the lawyers that you are here?” persisted Arden.
“Please!” begged Terry in a way she had.
“Well,” he laughed, “I suppose I must. I guess my little adventure is over. Go on—tell on me!”
“How wonderful!” cried Arden, while Sim and Terry looked at each other happily.
“I had about made up my mind, Arden,” said Sim, “not to go home after all. Now, of course, I’ll stay, with the prospect of the pool. I’ll stay until I’m sent home.”
“That’s fine, Sim!” Arden declared. “Everything is coming out so beautifully!”
“We can have the pool fixed, Sim isn’t going to leave us, and the horrid old ram is caught,” murmured Terry.