“Oh, he’s growling around a little, but that’s all,” answered the young major. “I’m not paying any attention to him, Ruth. I’m mighty glad that you didn’t accept his invitation,” and he gave her a warm glance.
“It was awful for him to get up that report about another party,” answered the girl. “Of course I didn’t think it was true—that is, not what he said about you and your cousins.”
“Suppose we let the whole matter drop, Ruth, and forget Brassy Bangs and his crowd.”
“I’m sure I’m willing to do that, Jack.” And then the girl added quickly: “You’ve had some terrible doings over at the Hall, so I have been told.”
“You mean the robbery, I suppose?”
“Yes. Have they discovered anything?”
“Not a thing. It certainly is a mystery.”
When the gathering of boys and girls broke up nearly every one was in the best of humor, the only exceptions being Brassy Bangs and Paul Halliday. These two unworthies had done their best to get on friendly terms with some of the girls, but had been snubbed in such a manner that it made them much crestfallen.
“I’ll be glad when we start back,” grumbled Brassy to his crony.
“Come on, let’s take a walk outside,” answered Halliday, and thereupon the pair left the school grounds.