“Good idea,” agreed Jack, “but let’s keep to the living present, as the poets call it. Are you all good for a sleigh ride to-morrow afternoon?”
“Ah, do say yes,” begged Mr. Winchester, looking straight at Betty.
“But your sister said you were going—”
“On the sleeper to-morrow night,” finished Mr. Winchester promptly. “And may I have the heart-shaped sign?”
Betty stopped in Mary’s room that night to talk over the exciting events of the evening. “Betty Wales, your cousin is the nicest man I ever met,” declared Mary with enthusiasm.
Betty laughed. “I shan’t tell you what he said about you. It would make you entirely too vain. I’m so sorry that Katherine wasn’t there, so she could go to-morrow.”
“It was too bad,” said Mary complacently. “But then you know virtue is said to be its own reward. She’ll have to get along with that, but I’m glad we’re going to have another one. Those valentines were a lot of work to do for a girl whose very name I don’t know.”
CHAPTER XV
AT THE GREAT GAME
“Well, I thought I’d seen some excitement before,” declared Betty Wales, struggling to settle herself more comfortably on the scant ten square inches of space allotted her by the surging, swaying mass of girls behind. “But I was mistaken. Even the rally was nothing to this. Helen, do you feel as if they’d push you under the railing?”