“Mum’s the word,” smiled Bill, while Terry nodded. “Far be it from me to mess up love’s young dream.”
“Don’t be silly,” retorted Dorothy. “But you know, Betty’s a darling. I had to be terribly cross with her all the time, just to keep her bucked up. But she’s my best friend and I’m crazy about her.”
“She is nervous and high-strung, I know,” supplemented Terry. “I’ll bet you had a sweet time with her.”
“Not so bad. Have you boys had supper?”
“Oh, yes, some time ago,” answered Bill.
“That’s good. I didn’t want to use up all George’s food. I’ll let you have some coffee, though—that is, if you’re good and don’t kid those two in the other room.”
“Cross-my-heart-hope-to-die-if-I-do.” Bill’s face was solemn.
“Likewise me,” declaimed Terry. “I must have my coffee.”
“Table’s set,” announced Betty, popping in to the kitchen, closely followed by George.
“Eggs are finished and the bacon’s fried,” returned Dorothy. “How about the coffee, Bill?”