“Well,” said Agnes, more kindly, “I can’t blame Ruth. She was awfully worried about him there in the summer when he was hurt, and was ill so long. She can’t forget that she pretty nearly lost him.”
“Luke’s a good scout,” agreed Neale. “But,” and his eyes twinkled, “you wouldn’t let me hold your hand that way, and moon about with you.”
“I believe in one form of holding hands only,” declared Agnes sagely.
“What’s that?” he asked quickly.
“At the manicure’s. And, dear me, after this rough work my hands will need just that treatment,” sighed the girl.
“And you with gloves on! Say, Aggie, you are getting too finicky for words.”
Promptly she stuck out the tip of her tongue at him. Agnes Kenway was not wholly past the hoydenish stage, in spite of her grown-up airs.
Suddenly Dot broke into the talk again with a repeated statement:
“I hear a noise.”
“There you go again!” exclaimed Sammy. “Is it a game?”