“Oh, it is nice, Bobby!” cried Laura. “I wish you had been touched.”
“Me? Huh! I’d have about as much chance of ever being an M. O. R. as Hester Grimes,” and she chuckled.
“Less chance than Hester, I fear,” said Laura, with sudden gravity. “Especially after last evening. Bobby Hargrew, I never knew you to do so mean a thing before.”
“Well, wasn’t she mean to me?”
“That does not excuse you. And I told Mr. Sharp that you had never done a really mean thing within my knowledge——”
“Ah! Now I see why I have not been promoted to the outside of Central High,” cried Bobby, quickly. “You have been interceding for me.”
“I—I—— Well, it was nothing much I said, dear,” said Laura.
“I’m grateful,” said Bobby, really moved. “But I can’t tell you how much.”
“Show me, then,” urged Laura.
“How do you mean?”