There was no opportunity for private conversation now, though Larry with a twinkle whispered as they performed an evolution of the dance together, “How I wasted last summer!” He seemed to know her very thoughts! Betty’s hands were cold and she was rather highly keyed all through the dances.
But afterward Larry conducted her to where some one was beckoning them and told her on the way that he would have to mingle with the guests a little after all. “That’s Marcella beckoning. I know what she’s going to tell me; but I shall have you at supper at least, and may I take you home?”
Rather bewildered, yet decidedly radiant, Betty beamed upon Marcella, who said, “Excuse me, but I have a message for your partner.”
“The dance is over and you may have him,” laughed Betty, next smiling up at the clown with “hearts all over him,” who had taken pains to be at hand. Betty saw that Larry observed the clown; but there was nothing to be done except to be the same friendly girl to Chet that she had always been. They had the remembrance of many a good time together between them.
“I know you, Betty,” said Chet, “and I suppose you know me. Who is that guy that was with you!”
“I may have my ideas, Chet, but it wouldn’t be fair to tell. Is that gypsy Kathryn? I thought she wouldn’t take such an obvious character.”
“Probably, since she is called Gypsy, that is the very reason she is one, because she would not be expected to do the obvious.”
“I think that you have grown very wise, Chet, since you have been going to the university. Tell me who some of these university girls are. Marcella was going to invite some sophomores, I know, like your brother Ted, and she is in that new sorority and would be likely to invite them all, wouldn’t she?”
“I suppose so. But you said it wasn’t fair, Betty, to tell.” Chet was looking humorously at her now.
“Now you have me! True enough. I’ll have to wait till the unmasking. But guessing is all right.”