"It isn't enough,"—protested Kennilworth.
The May Girl stared round appealingly at her interlocutors.
"But the time is so awfully short," she said, "and I did want to get engaged to as many boys as possible in the week I was here."
"What—what!" I babbled.
"Yes, for very special reasons," said the May Girl, "I would like to get engaged to as many——"
With a strut like the strut of a young ban tam rooster, Rollins pushed his way suddenly into the limelight.
"If it will be the slightest accommodation to you," he affirmed, "you may consider your self engaged to me to- morrow!"
Disconcerted as she was, the May Girl swallowed the bitter, unexpected dose with infinitely less grimace than one would have expected. She even smiled a little.
"Very well, Mr. Rollins," she said, "I will be engaged to you—to-morrow."
Young Kennilworth's dismay exploded in a single exclamation. "Well—you—certainly are an extraordinary young person!"