"He sat out six dances with you—I counted! He took you to supper I heard him ask you, Jerry Travis, if you were going out to the school Frolic. And why did he call you Cinderella?" asked Gyp as the young people rode homeward.
Jerry had no intention of telling Isobel of the ignominy of the pumps, so she answered evasively: "Because it was my first party, I guess," then, with a long, happy sigh, she cuddled back against Gyp's shoulder and watched the street lamps flash past. Oh, surely the Wishing-rock had opened a wonderful new world to little Jerry!
"Did you tell him it was your first party?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Oh—nothing. I wouldn't have been honest 'nough to—I'd have pretended I'd gone to lots."
"I'm not going to the Frolic," Isobel broke in. "I'm too old for such things."
Gyp straightened indignantly.
"Too old to coast? Well, I hope I never grow as old as that!" she cried.
"You never will!" was Isobel's withering answer.