“Call it that if you like,” agreed Marjorie. “But the question is, will you help?”
“Did you ever know me to fail you?”
“Oh, Jack, you’re a brick!” she cried, jumping up and throwing her arms about her brother’s neck. “Now,” she added, releasing him, “I’ll forgive you for that trick you played on me at the dance.”
John looked guilty, but Jack laughed uproariously.
“What’s the joke?” demanded Ethel.
“Marj and John had a tiff,” Jack explained, in spite of the evident embarrassment of both concerned, “and so Sis was hard up for a partner for her class dance, and took out her spite by picking on me!”
“You mean thing!” denounced his sister. “That’s all you think of a perfectly good invitation——”
“So I just fixed it up, and sent John anyway. I don’t think either of them minded much.”
“The tiff’s all fixed up, then?” inquired Ethel.
“Dinner is served,” announced the butler, before the question could be answered.