Mrs. Farwell laughed.
"I wouldn't worry about it, if I were you," she said, confidently; "you can trust Bob to see to that."
The next day, Jim and Bob joined them at luncheon, at one o'clock.
"Why didn't you meet us yesterday?" Lois demanded when they were seated at the table.
"Couldn't do it," Bob told her.
"But we're at your service this afternoon," Jim added. "What do you want to do?"
"Why don't you just sit and talk, up in our sitting-room," Mrs. Farwell suggested. "If you do anything else the girls will be tired out for the dance."
"What, and waste all the beautiful afternoon? Oh, mother!" Bob objected. "Besides," he added, winking at Jim, "if we sit and talk, as you suggest, the girls will be tired. You know Lois?"
"Oh, Bobby, aren't you mean?" Lois said. "I don't talk nearly as much as you do."
"How about taking a ride in my car?" Jim suggested. "It's a warm day."