"What a splendid line!" Blix exclaimed.
"What line—what—what are you talking about? Blix, let's always remember to-day. Let's make a promise, no matter what happens or where we are, let's always write to each other on the anniversary of to-day. What do you say?"
"Yes; I'll promise—and you—"
"I'll promise faithfully. Oh, I'll never forget to-day nor—yes, yes, I'll promise—why, to-day—Blix—where's that damn book gone?"
"Condy!"
"Well, I can't find the book. You're sitting on it again. Confound the book, anyway! Let's walk some more."
"We've a long ways to go if we're to get home in time for supper. Let's go to Luna's for supper."
"I never saw such a girl as you to think of ways for spending money. What kind of a purse-proud plutocrat do you think I am? I've only seventy-five cents left. How much have you got?"
Blix had fifty-five cents in her purse, and they had a grave council over their finances. They had just enough for car-fare and two "suppers Mexican," with ten cents left over.
"That's for Richard's tip," said Blix.