"This evening, then," replied Greg, shifting his campaign hat to the other hand and feeling like a man who has secured a reprieve.
"And give my love to Dick," Belle went on hastily, "and tell him that the President of the United States couldn't, if he wanted to, change our opinion of dear old Dick in the least."
"Thank you," bowed Greg, gratitude welling up in his heart.
"And you send him your love, don't you, Laura?" insisted Belle swiftly.
Laura recoiled quickly, flushing violently.
It was all right for Belle Meade to send her "love" to Prescott, for they were old friends, and Belle was known to be Dave Darrin's loyal sweetheart.
With Laura the situation was painfully different. She and Dick had been schoolboy and schoolgirl sweethearts, after a fashion, but Dick had never openly declared his love for her.
Would he misunderstand, and think her unwomanly?
She trembled with the sudden doubt at the thought.
Besides, another, a prosperous young merchant back in Gridley, had been ardent in his attentions to Miss Bentley.