From her pocket, she took her pencil and wrote underneath,
"'Tired wives' will send money by their husbands!"
"What right have you to touch those public posters?" said a voice that made her turn quickly.
She faced the young man with mock defiance.
"They're my posters, aren't they?"
"Not a bit of it," he replied; his blue eyes laughing into her merry, brown ones. "Nothing belongs to you now,—you belong to everybody, Miss Missionary!"
"Indeed!" returned the girl, tossing her curls. "Perhaps, then, you'd like to take the 'public property' home for safe keeping until to-night?"
"Just why I stopped the car!" exclaimed the youth delighted. "You shouldn't be wandering around the streets tiring yourself out, for to-night everyone will want to have a 'farewell' dance with you!"
Betty jumped into the car, her companion following, and the machine raced off. Once off Main St., Stanley Todd slackened his machine. He turned to Betty tenderly.
"So girlie, you're off for two whole years? Suppose when you come back, you'll look down on Ephraim, and such as me."