Harold and Miss Welty had walked a short distance away to look at a petrified tree that had recently been donated to the park and were out of hearing.
"That's a swell looking beau you are with," said Mable.
"He is a splendid fellow and a very dear friend."
"He certainly looks good."
"Mable, I want you to visit me while you are here."
"I wish I could, but it will be impossible. I just ran down for the week-end with my cousin, but I'll tell you what I want you to do. Will you do it?"
"Well," said Ruth, "it will depend just a little on what it is."
Both girls giggled.
"I want you to go home with me for a visit. This week we are to have our fall musical festival."
"I am going to surprise you by accepting the invitation. That is, provided I can get off at the bank where I work."