"Boys aren't supposed to be so rude to girls. You're the limit. The utter, utter limit."
"Who says so?"
"I say so."
"You!" Jerry packed so much scorn into the word that Cathy looked at him in surprise.
"What's eating you lately?" she asked.
Jerry gathered his books and papers together. If Cathy began being nice to him for a change he might find himself confiding to her. It had made him uneasy to be alone with her ever since he had started that charge account business. He would be safer now up in his own room.
"I can't study here where you keep jawing at me," he complained.
"Well, I like that. I hardly opened my mouth and now you—"
"Like it or lump it," cried Jerry from the doorway. "Today is Thursday," thought Jerry, as he ran upstairs. "Monday will be the first. That will be the day. All I have to do is hold out till the first of the week."
On Friday, Mrs. Martin for once did not need anything at the store. Of course she had a big order for Saturday morning. So much that she thought of taking the car, with Jerry going along to help with the carrying, but Jerry said he could manage perfectly well with his cart.