“Then come up to dinner that evening; we dine at six. We will all go together.”
“Am I to go?” asked Fred.
“There will be a ticket for you, if you would like to go, though I am afraid you won’t enjoy the classical music you will hear.”
“No matter,” said Fred, “I’ll go, though I’d rather go to a circus.”
“If there were only a hand-organ, Fred would enjoy it,” suggested Laura.
“Well, Gilbert, what sort of a time did you have?” asked Mr. Ingalls, when his room-mate returned.
“Delightful! I am going to dine there next Wednesday.”
“It seems to me you are making a favorable impression in that quarter.”
“I hope so.”