"What did you come for?" he asked her, ungraciously enough.
"I'm so sorry, Neale," the girl whispered, drawing nearer to his elbow.
The boy stared for a moment, and then exclaimed: "Why, Aggie! you're a good little sport, all right."
Aggie blushed vividly, but she hastened to say: "Why did you do it, Neale?"
"I—I can't tell you," replied the boy, in some confusion. "Only I got to change the color of my hair."
"But, mercy! you needn't have changed it to so many colors all at once!" cried she.
"Huh! do you think—like that old man—that I did it a-purpose?"
"But you did dye it!"
"I tried to."
"That was the stuff you were buying yesterday in the drugstore?" she queried.