“Oh, he doesn’t count—he’s in the other machine, and besides, he’s completely absorbed with Doris.”
“Well, I won’t have the distinction long,” he remarked. “The boys will be here to-night.”
“Do tell us about them,” pleaded Mae. “What are their names, and what are they like?”
“The finest fellow, to my way of thinking, is John Hadley. He’s a senior—the oldest of the bunch; he’s Captain of the football team, and Senior Patrol leader of the Boy Scouts—which is one of the highest honors a boy can get at Episcopal.”
“Are you a Boy Scout, Jack?” asked Ethel.
“No, not yet; but I’m studying for it, and hope to make it before the year’s out.” Returning to the subject of interest, he continued, “Two other Boy Scouts—both juniors—are coming. Russell Henderson and David Conner—I think you’ll like them, too. And the other two boys—Ross Morgan and Art Whiteside, are members of my class. Ross is funny; can keep you laughing forever. Perhaps he isn’t much for looks, but everybody likes him.”
“Aren’t there any freshmen coming?” asked Mae, a trifle disappointed.
“No, I didn’t ask any; they’re so green, you know.”
The girls laughed at the typical sophomore point of view.
“Are the boys pretty good dancers?” asked Marjorie.