“You dear children!” was all the mother said, but the girls knew that their invitation was accepted.
When the boys came, there was so much to talk about that they didn’t get to work until Saturday. There were stories of the jokes which the second year fellows played on the “Freshies,” and of the winning of the big football game, and of the rigid training in athletics, and a volume of other talk new to the girls; at least, new to Eleanor, and equally entertaining to Mary Frances and her parents.
“I wrote ‘the governor’ all about that,” said Bob as he finished relating one particularly amusing incident.
The girls looked puzzled.
“He means his ‘old man,’” explained Billy.
“Oh, Billy! How you talk!” cried Mary Frances. “Do you mean his father?”
“Sure guess!” nodded Billy.
“Well, Father, if that’s the way they learn to talk, I shouldn’t think you’d let them go back.” Mary Frances pretended to be indignant.
But he only laughed, saying, “Oh, they’ll outgrow it.” And the boys took up anew the threads of their stories.