“Well, then you’d better stay,” she answered mischievously.
“Oh, you know I couldn’t do that,” he returned hastily. “What would the other fellows say?”
“I was only joking, Jack. You go ahead and have your outing. I hope you enjoy every minute of it. Only, please don’t get into any trouble,” and the girl’s face clouded.
“I think we’ll be able to take care of ourselves, Ruth. And you take care of yourself, too.”
“Are you going to write?”
“Sure I am! And I’ll expect you to answer, too. You will, won’t you?”
“Why, of course.”
There was a brief silence, neither of them seeming to know what to say next. Then the former major of the Colby Hall battalion stepped closer.
“I’m going to take that photograph of you along—you know, the one you gave me some time ago,” he said in a low tone.
“Never!” she returned quickly. “Oh, Jack, suppose—suppose the others saw it!”