"If Vodell wants to talk with us he'll have to come when we are at home," said Pete Martin, slowly, looking at his daughter.
With a laugh, the young woman returned, "But I don't think that it was you or Charlie that he wanted to see this time, father."
"What did he want?" demanded her brother quickly.
"He wanted me to go with him to a dance next Tuesday," she answered demurely.
"Huh," came in a tone of disgust from Charlie.
The father asked, quietly, "And what did you say to him, Mary?"
"I told him that I went to dances only with my friends."
"Good!" said Captain Charlie.
"And what then?" asked Pete.
"Then," she hesitated, "then he said something about my being careful that I had the right sort of friends and referred to Charlie and John."