Lydia yawned and gave Kent's hair a little tweak. "Get up, Kent, my foot's asleep," she said.
Kent sat up. The others sang on and Lydia said, "I thought you didn't want me to flirt."
"I don't, but with me it's different!" replied Kent.
Lydia jumped to her feet. "You make me sick, Kent Moulton!" she snapped. "All men make me sick. I'm going to bed." And she stalked off in her hunting boots, without a good night to any one.
Kent looked after her with an expression half sheepish, half admiring.
"What's the matter with Lyd?" asked Olga.
"Doesn't care about the spooning bee," replied Kent.
"Proper is Lydia's middle name," commented Gustus.
"Lydia is absolutely O. K.," said Charlie.
"Bet your life," agreed Kent. "Get your big head over, Gustus, and give me a piece of Margery's knee."