"Yes, I should," said the young lady unhesitatingly.
Oliver was well pleased, and expressed his satisfaction.
After supper they adjourned to the parlor, and presently Carrie sat down to the piano and played and sang some popular songs, Frank and Oliver joining in the singing.
While they were thus engaged a ring was heard at the door-bell.
"That's Roland, I'll bet a hat," said Frank. "It's one of his courting evenings."
It proved to be Roland.
He entered with a stiff bow.
"Good-evening, Miss Carrie," he said, a little awkwardly.
"Good-evening, Mr. Kenyon," said the young lady distantly. "Will you be seated?"
"Thank you. Good-evening, Frank."