“You’re a bright, kind little June-bug, aren’t you?” asked Campbell, and June gave him one of her happy smiles, as he strode off with Philip Van Buskirk.
“Well-well! Which will you root for, Philip, sister or best girl?”
“We’ll not dare root for anybody if we have to keep out of sight.”
“Wise reply. True, and doesn’t give you away.”
Philip scarcely knew where loyalty demanded his presence. He was proud of his pretty little sister, but every time he looked at the graceful Lilian he fell more deeply in love.
“How about a love set with Lilian, old man?” queried Campbell.
“I’ll play one any day,” replied the unembarrassed Philip.
“But ‘love’ means ‘nothing’,” added Campbell.
“Unfortunately so.”
“Good for Cathalina!” exclaimed Campbell, with cousinly regard, at an especially good play. Before this he had found where Hilary was sitting, and did not find the game so engrossing that he could not include Hilary in his line of vision.