“Oh, you did!” exclaimed Doris. “Tell us about it, Betty; did Jack Huxley treat you this afternoon?” Doris was very courteous in her manner at this question.
“Yes, Dory. That was all there was of it. And Papa met him, you know—so he feels facetious about it. Isn’t that so, mon cher papa?”
“She’s talking French now,” groaned Dick. “There must be something in it!”
“Don’t be silly, Dick,” said Betty. “If you’ll all have some sense—I don’t mean my respected parents, but you—you monkeys, Dick and Doris.
“And me,” put in Amy Lou. “Is that the name of Betty’s boy friend, Doris?”
“Now, Father, see what you’ve done!”
“Betty, I apologize,” said Mr. Lee with a wave of his carving knife. “I was just in fun, Amy Lou. Is that the way you like your potato, with a valley in it full of gravy?”
Amy Louise gravely nodded, while Mr. Lee heaped Dick’s plate next. Whether Dick had had any lunch or cookies from the jar or not, it would make no difference in his appetite for dinner. Betty was the last served and while she waited she gave a rather brief but satisfactory account of her little “lark,” as she called it.
“Father said he thought it might be all right for once, Mother; and as Jack had just asked me to his birthday party, I wanted to do what he wanted me to do. And oh, the suggestion of a sundae made my mouth water! But we had much more than that.”
After dinner Doris came into the bedroom where Betty was laying off her school dress. “I wouldn’t say a word before the family, Betty,” said she, “but I’ve heard about Jack and of course I’ve seen you with him. Some of the girls think he’s wonderful even if he doesn’t pay any attention to anybody but you. And then I heard one of the boys say that he runs with a wild set of the society bunch! What do you think about it, Betty?”